I think today was my breaking point with fuckbook
because every last goddam person wrote the same stupid message. something about how nobody should have to go broke if they are sick. well i disagree. if you bought yourself a goddam playstation and big screen tv you cant afford you SHOULD die. And of course with the onslaught of mass consensus I realized dissent would natually be unpopular. And even though I love being unpopular the application is such that if i happen to offend some potential contact in the industry with my political views it's all over for me. so here i am. I dont know if its been years or just months. when i saw jenn hudson a couple of weeks ago i felt that time was just something that warps faces and thoughts. thats a compliment. and now coming back to lj is like running back into the arms of your old lover who understood you all along and waited patiently while you tired of the young handsome number that was facebook and twitter and the likes. i concur with steve's friend...i would rather read a paragraph of three peoples' musings than a sentence from every person i know. its the difference between the small town where everyone knows you and the big city where sure the hustle and bustle is exciting but ultimately, superficial, unsatisfying. i was just down the street at the formosa cafe with a woman who enjoyed the sound of her own voice far too well. time slowed and i had a moment to contemplate a black and white photograph taken in the 1950s. it featured marilyn monroe in a skin tight black taffeta dress looking fairly sedated. how did the world not see her untimely death approaching? boredom and depression aside i felt a wave of sadness wash over me because i realized that as soon as i sat down with my companions i was simultaneously waiting to stand up and leave and that this phenomenon was increasingly common. I am not threatening to share the fate of the lovely Miss Monroe but I did understand for a moment her frusration at the public interpreting her fatigue with the world as perpetual sexual arousal...