[Personal post. You know the deal. Don’t hold it against me. This is how I maintain my sanity…]
Because here lately it seems there’s a need. I suppose I could literally change the narrative by writing — narrating — here but, really, what’s the point? I figure allowing people their fantasies is the least we can do for each other in this life. Does it bother me a little that a highly subjective version of events where the kid here has played a role has been used to my detriment (at least in some circles) in order to promote some kind of ridiculous social standing (I really don’t know if this is correct but it’s the best I could come up with. As always, if that turns out to be not the case I’ll be the first to correct and amend…)? Yes, it does. Most notably from the perspective that it continues to amaze and confound me that certain groups determine worthiness using stupid criteria — or, at the least, those attempting to be valued as worthy believe they do. But also because I’m pretty powerless to do anything about it. It’s not that I’m not a fighter; I am. It’s just that I fight to win and being all crazy and angry wins me exactly nothing. Also, it’s just kind of a pathetic move, one I haven’t encountered in any meaningful sense since high school. Very fitting considering the early 20 something bartender’s music compilation playing overhead is just a menagerie of the hits from my high school years. And to think, I moved here in an attempt to further my growth as an adult. Heh. Anyway, don’t worry — just a little pothole. I’m already over it.
Sitting here, contemplating attending this (Thank you Miss Molly, for the invite. Also, outdoor movies? In.), reading this, watching these guys, drinking this, and listening to this (the last reminds me of all those lake house weekends on Lake Burton in the beautiful hills of North Georgia. Thinking of you Barry, Matt, Christy, Erin, Brooks, Chris F., Mark, Brian, Michelle et al. I love all you guys and miss you terribly sometimes.)