I ended up settled again just as suddenly as I had left. I didn't really plan to leave the road but I ended up in New Orleans and spontaneously grew some roots again. It took me a couple years of extending my stay over and over again before I finally admitted NOLA had got me and I was done traveling for now. At the moment I'm working as a bartender and starting to think about what might be next.
just a hint: do not ask me if I gel them that way. I am so sick of that question, rar!
"look at the questions we fill out for our social networking sites, for our dating sites, for any kind of profile we make these days . . . there is always a massive focus on things like what movies or books or music you like. is anyone else terrified by this? I mean, one is trying the ultimately difficult act of truly defining oneself, and one does so with media preferences? I am a collection of virtues, sins, embarrassments, and achievements! so are you and everyone else! and yet we think the best way to describe ourselves is by our choice of what to like from a list of things others have created? I can only date someone or be friends with someone if they enjoy the same third-party-created motion pictures as I do?
When I get the urge to buy a movie it isn't because I want to see it over and over, it is because some stupid animal part of me wants to make sure it is on my shelf so that people who come in my house will know that I am the type of person who likes this movie, and thusly know whatever it is that this supposedly means about me. fuck that!"
Now that I'm attempting the settled life again I can no longer brag that everything I own fits in a backpack, sadly. But, other than basic "living indoors" stuff like some pots and pans I haven't really accumulated much. I intend to keep it that way.
2. "hey, I'm hungry"
in no particular order.
hmm . . . what is something I can say to prove that I have no sense of privacy . . . um . . . I know!
when I was 14 I stuck a banana up my butt to try and see if I was gay. turns out that I am, at the very least, not gay for bananas.