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August 1, 2006
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...everyone's talking about their hurt and rage on the radio. and the armchair judge is the family bible in primetime today. what reality is fake? then drama is superficial and not admired, the judge and apology is shallow, love is put aside. i think there is one truth, with no subjectivity and in the corner is a booth with some productivity..."
-from the inside jacket of "Get Behind Me Satan",
by the White Stripes
I feel as though I'm on the brink of a breakdown. I'm tight, on edge. Easily frustrated. Angry. I suppose we all are. There's a lot of shit on the public mind these days. Is Castro dead? Is World War Three near? Will I ever be able to move out of my grandmother's basement?
Ahh...fiddlesticks! No answers, and I'm tired of asking questions. Especially because I don't really want to know what I already know. The bible says, there's nothing new under the sun. History teaches the same thing. But who's paying attention. Not me. Not anymore. I just don't have the energy. My lethargy has become my muse. I've become redundant, miserable and I'm becoming increasingly bored with myself.
I don't want to read the paper, or watch the news, or even entertain conversations about politics, society and all that other crap people like to spew when they pretend they give a shit. I'm quite content to wake up, go to work, collect my pay-do whatever it takes to make it through the day. Oblivious to the obvious. It's safe that way.
Talk about time standing still-it's dead. My eyes are closing and I want to lay my head on my desk and sleep until we finally wake up.
Here endeth the lesson.
Posted by renee at August 1, 2006 2:44 PM