Initial reports suggest that venting your frustrations in a semi-public forum goes a long way toward alleviating them. See previous post. Compare to current chipper attitude.
Thanks to the first 2 commenters on that last post for their words of encouragement!
No matter how far behind me I think I leave it, the past catches up. All the failures and missed opportunities of my short life are rushing through my mind. It seems like an annual fall ritual now. No matter how the summer goes, something about the coming cold weather and the echoes of returning to school throw a wet blanket on my mood. I look around and examine where I am and what I am doing. Nowhere and nothing. I think about the next steps and possibilities for the future. None and none. I think about all the friendships I’ve made and how many I’ve ruined. Some and most.
No money, no prospects, no desire to be a part of society. This is where you would be too if you had had parents that thought Chairman Mao was a visionary, that Reagan is so evil he’d bomb his own citizens, that it’s wrong to want money, that tv will rot your brain, that toys make you violent, that fighting under any circumstances is wrong, that junk food will kill you. Parents that banned all experiences that normal kids got to do, see, and hear. Parents that yelled and screamed at the top of their lungs to each other about who left the front door open. Parents that made me live half the week at one house and half the week at the other house out of pure selfishness.
Now all I do is watch tv and eat junk food. I smoke and drink too. And still they talk to me like a child, when they aren’t ignoring me and talking about themselves. I wish they would just be honest and tell me what a shameful embarrassment I am to them. At least then I’d know they weren’t lying to me.
Based on my life experience so far, it is not a difficult task to figure out what’s wrong with me. If I had a dollar for everyone who walked away from me after delivering a withering critique of my less salient points I’d be above the poverty line right now. Boo-fucking-hoo!
None of these people can take what they dish out. Every attempt at turnabout on my part is deflected, redirected, or just plains falls short.
Is this the hand I have been dealt? Is there any way to change it and start winning at life? If not should I just cut my losses and quit the game while I can at least remember what it’s like to be marginally ahead!!??!
Actually, Tunick hit Miami most recently. Mexico was a few months ago… The Canadian Press: These nudes on Miami Beach aren’t sunbathers: they’re Spencer Tunick’s art
Spencer Tunick is at it again, this time south of the border: Naked and posing in Mexico City - Los Angeles Times
Good times!
I have no idea what this is about, but I thank god that it is coming soon to a theater near me… Apple - Trailers - Southland Tales - Trailer There’s a PKD-like variable reality, imminent apocalypse feeling to it. And I think the usage of a Pixies tune in the trailer is meant to evoke a simpatico with Fight Club…. I am being target-marketed, aren’t I?
I want to see more buildings looking like this in Chicago! Wooster Collective: Amsterdam’s KMDG Crew Hit Moscow
My good friend Liz gets recognition: Gapers Block : Rearview : Friday, October 5 2007 by Liz
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