Monday, December 05, 2005
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My biggest social problem is my yearning to slowly go the way of the Buffalo. Already at 24 my peers are ready to begin coasting in their life. They want marriage, houses, cars, and kids…oh my! As of yet, I have no desire for any of these things. In fact I have no desire to get hooked on a TV show, I have no desire to smoke pot, I have no desire to partake in football Sunday, I have no desire to play game consoles r.i.p. Nintendo. I don’t want to shop at malls on a regular basis and consider a good night out dinner at Chiles. This renders me a weirdo. I’m not like 97% of my peers. I don’t want to furnish my house with the newest looks; I want to get a new guitar. I don’t want to snort creatine and talk about the bitches I fucked at the downtown club last night; I want to read a good book and talk about it in depth with a person who shares a similar genuine interest. Not that the things I mentioned are at all bad. I’m just at a point in my life where I’m sick of coasting. I’m tired of being mediocre at the things I’m interested in. I’m tired of letting my co-works sneer at my dreams while not having one insightful topic to discuss. I’m at a point where I want to have my life built around my dreams. I’m not sure why this is so hard. I thought it was the next evolutionary step. As kids we played Nintendo and sports; as adults we play music. None of my friends caught on and now it’s to the point I don’t really have any tangible friends. My social difficulty is this unshakable realization that the things everyone around me affiliate with are not right for me. I used to watch MTV but I can’t lie to myself anymore by trying to pretend I still enjoy it. My problem is not that I can’t adapt…I won’t. The scary thing is, is that just because I’m stubborn and resistant to the status quo and selling out…it doesn’t necessarily mean I will ever be an integral part of the Beatle-esque band of my dreams. That’s damn scary. My biggest social problem is my yearning to slowly go the way of the Buffalo…I don’t want to.
My biggest social problem is my yearning to slowly go the way of the Buffalo. Already at 24 my peers are ready to begin coasting in their life. They want marriage, houses, cars, and kids…oh my! As of yet, I have no desire for any of these things. In fact I have no desire to get hooked on a TV show, I have no desire to smoke pot, I have no desire to partake in football Sunday, I have no desire to play game consoles r.i.p. Nintendo. I don’t want to shop at malls on a regular basis and consider a good night out dinner at Chiles. This renders me a weirdo. I’m not like 97% of my peers. I don’t want to furnish my house with the newest looks; I want to get a new guitar. I don’t want to snort creatine and talk about the bitches I fucked at the downtown club last night; I want to read a good book and talk about it in depth with a person who shares a similar genuine interest. Not that the things I mentioned are at all bad. I’m just at a point in my life where I’m sick of coasting. I’m tired of being mediocre at the things I’m interested in. I’m tired of letting my co-works sneer at my dreams while not having one insightful topic to discuss. I’m at a point where I want to have my life built around my dreams. I’m not sure why this is so hard. I thought it was the next evolutionary step. As kids we played Nintendo and sports; as adults we play music. None of my friends caught on and now it’s to the point I don’t really have any tangible friends. My social difficulty is this unshakable realization that the things everyone around me affiliate with are not right for me. I used to watch MTV but I can’t lie to myself anymore by trying to pretend I still enjoy it. My problem is not that I can’t adapt…I won’t. The scary thing is, is that just because I’m stubborn and resistant to the status quo and selling out…it doesn’t necessarily mean I will ever be an integral part of the Beatle-esque band of my dreams. That’s damn scary. My biggest social problem is my yearning to slowly go the way of the Buffalo…I don’t want to.