Ha! Another day, another post! I'm on FIRE. Of course, that means I have to figure out how archives work. Sigh.
Contois found an interesting young man on the internet today. His quote: "He's clearly from someplace where they don't fluoridate the water." I want to know what search string Contois entered into Google to find this fine specimen. Baby, I've got a "do it all" gun for ya. I feel like someone should write this neanderthal and let him know that on his current course, he's not likely to get laid until his 30s. But then again, he's using AOL, so maybe he deserves to suffer. (Wow, when did I become such a web snob?)
At this rate, I might have 12 posts up for the entire year. Busy, busy lives. Who can actually have children? I have no idea how my brother must do it, except that he probably doesn't engage in nearly as many self-centric activities as I do, like meeting friends for dinner, or yoga classes. But I feel like I'd go insane without these things. Do parents feel like they'd go insane WITHOUT their kids (as opposed to the usual assumption that kids drive them insane)?
So, what's the point to all of this? I'm having one of those days. Why not toss away all of my identifications to Babylon, as the Rainbow Family always called it, and live the life of an ascetic/artist? I recall fondly all the good parts of my old life in Hawaii --- a world where time didn't move, it meandered. Nothing changed, or if it did you'd barely notice. Kapiolani Park at 5pm, teeming with people jogging, surfing, playing sports, walking, simply enjoying being in Hawaii. Tourists and locals alike waiting for the biggest event of the day: watching the sun sink slowly beyond the horizon into the great ocean.
Everything else is just background noise, distraction. Parties, concerts, the busyness of everyday life in the city. It keeps us occupied from obsessing over the point that we're all just wasting time, letting our lives run out of us each day. Drip, drip. Why in the fuck do I want to spend my days in an office? But then I'm faced with the bigger challenge --- what in the hell do I really want to do? I've spent months adrift, jobless, traveling, filling each moment with movement or survival, with moments of self-reflection squeezed in for good measure. That life is focused on immediacy --- there's no real sense of a future, of working towards anything but your life in that single day. It's a good experience in that it gives you good contrast to working life, the life where you actually sit and agonize over whether or not to buy those new shoes. Finding ways to entertain yourself and spend the so-called fruits of your labor from sitting on your ass all day in front of a machine that's undoubtedly slowly killing you (but does it kill you any faster than the death of your spirit?).
Oh boy.
I think I'll do some distracting work for a bit, seeing as that's what I'm really getting paid to do here. I'll return to these thoughts later.