Recycling, Bathing, Getting Pedicures, Reading Books, Joining organized social institutions such as book clubs or softball teams. IS LIFE THIS BORING, where did the optimism and energy go? I am merely planning out every boring moment by the next obligation-vaguely hoping for a a new story or a strange interaction. Why can't a slightly over weight mother of four tell me she used to turn tricks in the New York subway? Why can't I find a bug that is carrying a joint on its back? Where do I meet the strange and confused---I just want to fit in... please?
Contemplating waxing strange parts or rearranging a living space---starting to watch television--wondering what the hell the youth are doing with all that damn technology at their finger tips!!
I want to revert back to the fresh-juicy beginning of aspiration. Where was it when things were exciting and worth the further research. The introduction of subject matter into a conversation, the gumption of uncharted conversational territories, discussions of the color puke orange, Stupid Aesthetics
Bridget, I love reading your blogposts and imagining that they are being shouted to me by a very dirty looking homeless woman at the bus stop.
ReplyDeleteWhere do you meet the strange and confused? Hmm... maybe they have a book club? In my experience, you have had little difficulty collecting interesting people so I'm not sure what you're complaining about. Maybe you should take the bus more often.