Good day, WordPress, good day…
I’ve got a few things on my mind… the first being a personal observation, but… How could we have known? Back in high school, we were fighting what we thought was the good fight. We were tuned into The Beatles and punk bands, we went to local shows, we supported bands, and we always dressed the part. Little did we know we were the front lines of new wave hipsters constructing what is now very certainly the scene. We’re different than other waves, though. When I look at my brother and sister, who both grew up in their own generations you can see the way alternative sub-genres stuck to themselves. Nowadays, we’re all bleeding hearts for the intellectual hip-hop subculture that’s full of white blazers and big sunglasses. We love it. It’s so chic. Yet, we still go see Animal Collective, wear our skinny jeans, and write X’s on our hands. Well, I’ve seen people do that… I would never, of course. We have become this massive transcendental, synthesized culture now. Some things never change, though. We still read Kerouac, we still drink teas, collect vinyl, and dig polaroids.
The other thing I wanted to say is… I had a conversation the other night while I was sitting on my bathroom floor. I was on the bathroom floor simply because it’s where I can get my best thinking done as it is secluded and comfy in a strange way. Anyways, so I end up having this unexpected conversation with an old… friend? She wasn’t even ever really a friend. Just a girl I spent some time with who I really liked, however, I was mixed up in some spiritual quest at the time and all I did was push her away. She is the sweetest thing, and I have thought about her for the last nine months, but the timing was always so wrong. Anyways, so yeah we have this conversation, and it’s weird, and borderline reaches confronting the fact that I fucked her over, and then I say I have to go, and we haven’t spoken since. Well, that’s a lie, we have talked, but we didn’t say anything if you catch my drift. I’m confused.
