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I should start this off by saying that, in the off chance that Matt or
Melissa or both of them read this entry, this is not an entry on how they made me feel bad, but one on how crazy I am.
So the other night I go over to hang out with friends Matt and Melissa. While there, we smoke some amazing weed. Ideally, that’s fantastic. This night is not ideal.
We are all talking and laughing when a dog comes in to piss on the floor. I ask about its owner. "Oh, that guy," I hear (by the way I was blazed this whole time so this will be crazy inaccurate). "He's cool, but he just hasn't grown up yet, he relies on his mom for everything; that's where I came from too, you know, but it's something you have to overcome."
Hearing this, I think, "Shit, I'm still living with my mom. Shit, he is messy; I am messy! He brought an uninvited dog to live at their house; I brought an uninvited woman to live with my room mate. His family is affluent; my family is affluent! His mom helps him out with money; ditto."
This is horrific, as I am a boy riddled with affluent- and white-guilt. I spend the rest of the night in fear of saying something rich. When talking to Matt about my plan to start doing stand-up comedy, all I can picture him responding with is, "Oh yes, please tell me all about your rich art! Do you suffer for your art, rich boy!? TELL ME ALL ABOUT YOUR UNBEARABLE RICH PERSON BURDENS!!!!"
On getting home, I started and have continued cleaning my house in an act of penance for all the time Eric spent living with my pig-sty half of the room. This makes things right, yes? Commit me.
Melissa or both of them read this entry, this is not an entry on how they made me feel bad, but one on how crazy I am.
So the other night I go over to hang out with friends Matt and Melissa. While there, we smoke some amazing weed. Ideally, that’s fantastic. This night is not ideal.
We are all talking and laughing when a dog comes in to piss on the floor. I ask about its owner. "Oh, that guy," I hear (by the way I was blazed this whole time so this will be crazy inaccurate). "He's cool, but he just hasn't grown up yet, he relies on his mom for everything; that's where I came from too, you know, but it's something you have to overcome."
Hearing this, I think, "Shit, I'm still living with my mom. Shit, he is messy; I am messy! He brought an uninvited dog to live at their house; I brought an uninvited woman to live with my room mate. His family is affluent; my family is affluent! His mom helps him out with money; ditto."
This is horrific, as I am a boy riddled with affluent- and white-guilt. I spend the rest of the night in fear of saying something rich. When talking to Matt about my plan to start doing stand-up comedy, all I can picture him responding with is, "Oh yes, please tell me all about your rich art! Do you suffer for your art, rich boy!? TELL ME ALL ABOUT YOUR UNBEARABLE RICH PERSON BURDENS!!!!"
On getting home, I started and have continued cleaning my house in an act of penance for all the time Eric spent living with my pig-sty half of the room. This makes things right, yes? Commit me.