(no subject)
As I sat, Star Trek on the television, drinking cheap wine and watching the smoke curl from my cigarette, gaining weight and losing dignity instead of writing my goddamn awful paper on Descartes, I finally understood what the Good Doctor was saying.
I've always had the Fear; it was not until tonight that I really understood the Loathing.
It isn't loathing the government or society or any of that rhetoric anarchist democratic bullshit; it's self-loathing, it's knowing that you could be so much more than you are, knowing that every moment you waste is a moment you could spend bettering yourself and everyone around you.
The smoke lifted from the untouched cigarette and dissipated into the room like so many minutes I've wasted.
Dust in the wind, indeed.
I've always had the Fear; it was not until tonight that I really understood the Loathing.
It isn't loathing the government or society or any of that rhetoric anarchist democratic bullshit; it's self-loathing, it's knowing that you could be so much more than you are, knowing that every moment you waste is a moment you could spend bettering yourself and everyone around you.
The smoke lifted from the untouched cigarette and dissipated into the room like so many minutes I've wasted.
Dust in the wind, indeed.