Anti-muse

I live in this reality. This one right over here. Right, I know you can't see it. And that's alright with me because yours is a bit hazy to me too. 

You've got an awful lot of preconditions and expectations, as is your right, but I'm daunted, frankly.  Uninspired. I don't think I'm willing to climb that mountain for your temporary amusement. I think I'm finished with trials of endurance in the service of fickle affections.

I don't need you. And you probably just need something to do.

All this talk about deserving and not settling makes me queasy. Press on then, go forth. I'm just going to walk at my own pace, if you don't mind. 

And I'll clean the silverware on my pant leg if I feel like it.