When a friend asks me,

“Where do you want to go?”

I give them my answer.

So we go.

When another friend asks me,

“What do you want to do?”

I give them my answer.

So we do.

When I tell a friend,

“I don’t care where we go,”

I wait for them to say,

“Neither do I.”

But really, of course I care.

When I tell another friend,

“I don’t care what we do,”

I wait for the inevitable,

“Neither do I,”

Which just makes me feel unfair.

Because the truth is

I know where I want to go,

I know what I want to do.

But I don’t want to be selfish.

Yet deep down inside

I want what I want

Because I know that I want

And it consumes me until finally,

All I can think in the moment is

‘Want... I... want.’