Friday, September 15, 2006
Life Update
Hello, total stranger,
Welcome to the Dandelion files for your total emotional voyeuristic enjoyment--all the sass, plenty of ack--heck, I can't pronounce anything anymore, I've been up way too many hours to speak coherently, so let's not try to finish the rhyme until I've had a little shuteye, OK? Would you be OK with waiting until I can put two thoughts together and have them make sense again?
In case you're wondering, yeah, the bad things you heard about me are mostly true. I'm all grown up, but despite all personal growth and effort, I STILL have big ass problems. In my defense, however, may I at least point out that my problems are a heck of a lot more complicated and interesting than they were twenty years ago? Is that not some sort of progress? I may not be that perfect image of whatever someone's supposed to be--that misty idealistic image people get in their heads when they don't want to hurt their brains by allowing themselves to notice the nuances of everyone around them--but I've managed to delude myself into believing that I'm basically trying to live a virtuous life and do the best I can, and right now that's good enough.
Enough about me--seriously, I've just had too damn much of me lately. Every day, every moment I know more about me than any sane human being could possible want to understand. I need a change of venue, a point of view that is currently hidden from me.
Do me a favor and tell me about what it means to be you. Do you have any life updates you'd like me to witness? Heard any funny stories lately? Had the chance to star in one? Sigh, I guess that just makes one of us, then--God knows you're too dignified for that sort of thing. Me? I can't afford to take myself too seriously--my entire being rebels the moment I try to be prim or proper, and disaster has occurred. I stand up straight and my bra decides to snap. I take a deep breath. feeline that oneness with the universe and suddenly I'm sneezing. The serious life isn't meant for me--I'm constitutionally unfit for it.
How about you? Let me know, OK?
Your secret admiring fan who is too broke to buy the nifty souvenirs you sell,
Lynx
Welcome to the Dandelion files for your total emotional voyeuristic enjoyment--all the sass, plenty of ack--heck, I can't pronounce anything anymore, I've been up way too many hours to speak coherently, so let's not try to finish the rhyme until I've had a little shuteye, OK? Would you be OK with waiting until I can put two thoughts together and have them make sense again?
In case you're wondering, yeah, the bad things you heard about me are mostly true. I'm all grown up, but despite all personal growth and effort, I STILL have big ass problems. In my defense, however, may I at least point out that my problems are a heck of a lot more complicated and interesting than they were twenty years ago? Is that not some sort of progress? I may not be that perfect image of whatever someone's supposed to be--that misty idealistic image people get in their heads when they don't want to hurt their brains by allowing themselves to notice the nuances of everyone around them--but I've managed to delude myself into believing that I'm basically trying to live a virtuous life and do the best I can, and right now that's good enough.
Enough about me--seriously, I've just had too damn much of me lately. Every day, every moment I know more about me than any sane human being could possible want to understand. I need a change of venue, a point of view that is currently hidden from me.
Do me a favor and tell me about what it means to be you. Do you have any life updates you'd like me to witness? Heard any funny stories lately? Had the chance to star in one? Sigh, I guess that just makes one of us, then--God knows you're too dignified for that sort of thing. Me? I can't afford to take myself too seriously--my entire being rebels the moment I try to be prim or proper, and disaster has occurred. I stand up straight and my bra decides to snap. I take a deep breath. feeline that oneness with the universe and suddenly I'm sneezing. The serious life isn't meant for me--I'm constitutionally unfit for it.
How about you? Let me know, OK?
Your secret admiring fan who is too broke to buy the nifty souvenirs you sell,
Lynx
