you are unique…just like the rest of us.When are we content? I get flashes of greatness and flashes of stupidity within the span of a minute… do you? It’s not that I’m manic depressive [well, at least not to my knowledge], it’s just that I’m human. Are these steps that I trod on a daily basis the ones I construct for myself or am I just walking on a trail more frequented than Fifth Avenue and allowing myself to believe that I am a unique person?
Graduating college just to head back to art school. A couple semesters of art school just to find myself broke and realizing I need to be a glassblower. Becoming an e.k.g. monitor tech just long enough to pay for my glass pipedreams. Hating my career, erm, job. Enamored with my art. A couple lovers along the way with whom I’m infatuated just enough to get my heart broken. This sounds like a bad indie film. But where is it going? Am I going to be a lost twentysomething of Gen X just like the rest of America’s young adults?
I want more. More than this. maybe even less of this. Something more stable. Something more passionate. [Can those two even coexist?] In my spare time I complain. Too much. I eat the lunch buffet at People’s Indian restaurant on Penn Ave and read left-winged books at the socialists’ bookshop and at the Thomas Merton Center. I’m confused by everything but wading my way through the mire and honey. I have not lost my center [yet] of self but sometimes when I look at you, I think you have. I’m just being sanctimonious. Thank you.
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