houstin, we have a problem

today, i met a boy named houston.
he was a traveling hipster kid
and when i walked past him and his band of goons
he told me i was cute.

i told him he was cute too, because he was.
i liked so much that he said that and continued to say that every time i happened to be near
because all the time
i feel like shouting out to people that they're cute
and would like it so much
if everyone in the world
just shouted out and told the person
whenever they found someone cute.
it makes everyone feel great.

but then i guess
you'd probably feel really bad if no one ever called it out and said it to you
because people wouldn't be afraid to do that in this world if they really thought you were cute
and then
you'd think you were ugly.

but i think everyone's cute.
what i mean is, everyone's endearing to me.
appealing to me in a small way.

i hugged him. because he said "come over here and give me a hug"
i love hugging people.
it was wonderful.
he told me he loved me and i told him i loved him
and both of us meant it
because both of us really do love everybody.

yeah, i know i'm fucking immature;
but so is everyone else in the world, so i'm not worried about it.
how do you know if you're mature enough
to be able to properly recognize maturity?

i need easiness.
i'm too tired to do this right now.