I really should blame the MTV music awards. It's really the incalcuable volume of brain-damaging stupidity I've been (voluntarily) subjected to in the past six hours that are largely responsible for my current condition. In the end, I'm force to recognize that really, terrifyingly, nothing has changed since I was younger.
People still follow their gut instincts, more or less. They still reason out their ideas after the fact. They still favor fantasy over reality. There is still an inexhaustable supply of self-delusion and resultant idiocy.
I sit here with Liz the younger and her friend Cody, and mentally track the gauge of how close I feel to them as time progresses. Needless to say, in the final analysis it made no difference at all. They are all on their own, largely unobservant, trip.
More importantly is their emphasis on deliberately doing exactly that. Ignoring what is right in front of them. It's too horrible to look at.
I want to fuck you. I want to hit you. I want to be your friend. I want you to trust me. I want to go away. I want to stay here with you.
None of it is easy or comfortable to realize. None of it.
Posted by Matt at August 28, 2003 08:09 PM