Posted by trouble on March 17, 2002, at 7:24:08
You know what? There are some things that do make me mad come to think of it.
I like wearing those black tee-shirts bearing fun white remarks, stuff like
IT'S NEVER TOO LATE TO START WASTING YOUR LIFE
and my favorite
I'M ONLY WEARING BLACK 'TIL THEY COME UP WITH A DARKER COLOR.
But I'm seeing all these joke mental patient tee shirts and I am offended.
I don't want to belong to a "tribe," I hate that, don't tread on my tribe man, I can't stand identity politics, I have no PC leanings, these are values that forge my identity, and they're shifting. I've been warned about this. It's an insidious process. I'm not pointing any fingers, and that's not like me either. There goes my whole inner life, dreams, imagination, conspiracy theories, the writing on the wall, trade them in for a set of golf clubs. The impermeability of a golf ball, nothing gets in and in case something does they're easy to replace. This must be how lives go astray. The anomie sets in and then you're lost, wake up reborn, a cornflake conservative scraping off the bumper stickers, denying your past, or worse, idealizing it, blow the dust off the bongo drums, stroll down memory lane, while everyone within listening distance wants to shoot you dead, old woman. Thirty minutes ago I was defending venture capitalism, it seemed like a good idea at the time. I'm going to rest now, I think I need some rest, maybe tomorrow I can make a list of the things I'm still against, check in w/ it now and then, find out who I am. To thine own self be true. Shakespeare said to log off now or move to Calcutta and start all over. Some place w/ no identity, or Nirvana. Anomie killed the radio star.trouble
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