It’s Not You, It’s Me (also, it’s kinda you)

January 14th, 2010

Almost every single thing that I have encountered in the last week or so has either:

A) bored me greatly
B) offended me deeply

A few things have somehow managed to do both. I am irritated with the language of the people around me, and the concepts they’re discussing. I am disgusted by the things I read, and the images I see and what those things imply about the world in which I live. I want better, more suitable, more timeworthy things to think about and look at and be delighted by. I want things to stop offending my sensibilities, and for people to stop being obtuse and obstructionist at me. I want people to be interesting and exciting and full of fun in the exact way that I feel like being interacted with at that precise moment. I want both attention and space, I want both excitement and contentment. I want you to come here until I want you to go away again, I want to buy a bunch of shit because there seem to be a lot of things I need and I want to throw away a bunch of shit because I have too much shit. I want to read more things and watch more things and write more things and talk about more things and I would also like to stop doing any of those things because I feel a little overwhelmed. More than anything else I would really like for you to understand about it and provide me with what I am looking for, while also realizing I don’t need you or your god-damned help.