I Do Not Think of Myself as an Interesting Person,
which I feel like is at least part of my problem, because when I get into one of my moody spells like, oh, now, and I do the self-critical "What the hell have you done that's so great, lately?" spiel, all I can come up with is shit like, "Um, well. I went for a run yesterday, and I'm finally catching up on Heroes: Season 1," which is nice and all, but doesn't really help and, let's be honest, kind of makes me sound like the kind of guy who'll talk your ear off about his collection of misprinted dvd boxes.
In fairness, most activities just drain me. I go to a party or a show on Friday, and if I don't spend the entire rest of the weekend playing Guitar Hero and reading comics, I am just wrecked. And God help me if I do anything that involves driving for more than a half hour or engaging with more than, say, five human beings that I haven't met before. Then I'm like, "Woah WOAH WOAH, people. Let's just go ahead and clear that calendar for a couple of months, 'cause daddy needs to recharge his batt'ries."
The result is a biography that reads pretty well in the long view, but makes me look like someone's reclusive uncle Remus (the one we don't talk about anymore) on just about any non-geologic time scale.
Let's review. In my life I've been to Italy, Greece, Spain, Switzerland, France and The Netherlands. I've lived in three different world class cities, and a couple more not so much so. I speak three languages*, hold a graduate degree and am not too shabbily accomplished as an engineer, writer and musician. I've stood in the shadow of one of the tallest mountains in the world, seen a grizzly bear and cubs in the wild with my own eyes, gone camping in the middle of a wilderness the size of Massachusetts and once hiked up something called, I swear to God, Hellroaring Peak using a snowboard as a climbing aid. Plus, I once made out in the Louvre at sunset.
Wow. I'm actually kind of a badass.
Anyway, let's now compare that to how I spent the last couple of weeks of my life.
This weekend: Went to Kathryn's. Drank. Played XBox.
Last weekend: Went to Hattiesburg for a party but ended up leaving early.
Before that: Went to a forty year old's birthday party.
Last week, one before, one before that: waited for the weekend to get there. Well, no. at some point in there, I ate a delicious ham that my friend Nicole made. God damn that was a good ham.
Every now and then I get it into my head that I should try to find some stuff to do, but that always reaps mixed results at best. I read the local weeklies, browse craigslist and joined meetup.com trying to track down happenin' happenings, but so far the best I've done is, "Oh sweet, Neko Case! No. Shit. It's on the same day as Bonney's wedding." Seriously, if anybody has any better suggestions on this front, I'm listening.
So yeah. I'm gonna try to make myself write something not bitchy next time, but no promises. I'm a deep, brooding ocean here, folks. Respect me.
*You'll notice I didn't comment on skill levels.
In fairness, most activities just drain me. I go to a party or a show on Friday, and if I don't spend the entire rest of the weekend playing Guitar Hero and reading comics, I am just wrecked. And God help me if I do anything that involves driving for more than a half hour or engaging with more than, say, five human beings that I haven't met before. Then I'm like, "Woah WOAH WOAH, people. Let's just go ahead and clear that calendar for a couple of months, 'cause daddy needs to recharge his batt'ries."
The result is a biography that reads pretty well in the long view, but makes me look like someone's reclusive uncle Remus (the one we don't talk about anymore) on just about any non-geologic time scale.
Let's review. In my life I've been to Italy, Greece, Spain, Switzerland, France and The Netherlands. I've lived in three different world class cities, and a couple more not so much so. I speak three languages*, hold a graduate degree and am not too shabbily accomplished as an engineer, writer and musician. I've stood in the shadow of one of the tallest mountains in the world, seen a grizzly bear and cubs in the wild with my own eyes, gone camping in the middle of a wilderness the size of Massachusetts and once hiked up something called, I swear to God, Hellroaring Peak using a snowboard as a climbing aid. Plus, I once made out in the Louvre at sunset.
Wow. I'm actually kind of a badass.
Anyway, let's now compare that to how I spent the last couple of weeks of my life.
This weekend: Went to Kathryn's. Drank. Played XBox.
Last weekend: Went to Hattiesburg for a party but ended up leaving early.
Before that: Went to a forty year old's birthday party.
Last week, one before, one before that: waited for the weekend to get there. Well, no. at some point in there, I ate a delicious ham that my friend Nicole made. God damn that was a good ham.
Every now and then I get it into my head that I should try to find some stuff to do, but that always reaps mixed results at best. I read the local weeklies, browse craigslist and joined meetup.com trying to track down happenin' happenings, but so far the best I've done is, "Oh sweet, Neko Case! No. Shit. It's on the same day as Bonney's wedding." Seriously, if anybody has any better suggestions on this front, I'm listening.
So yeah. I'm gonna try to make myself write something not bitchy next time, but no promises. I'm a deep, brooding ocean here, folks. Respect me.
*You'll notice I didn't comment on skill levels.