once again

[sidpink]

I sit here, only daring to dream in broken and fleeting instants about a life that I was ever-certain to inherit from destiny's winds; my mantle, a picture so clear that perhaps I never opted to imagine that it held the beauty of a perfect photograph, and, hence, was unrealistic

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The for real truth about aging caricatures

[yerch]

Normally I would send this to you in private but I wonder if others who read this don't feel the same way. Consider this a post-modern intervention.

Your real friends got sick of hanging out with Sid a long time ago. The people Sid attracts suck. Sid is actually based on being someone who sucks. Once the joke gets old (like any Primus cd) it becomes unlistenable. I don't want to go to the bar with Sid because he has to work the room the whole time. I don't want to go to a party with Sid because I feel expected to play the straight man, or the evil genius, or whatever my side character is for the night. I don't want to have Sid's friends over because they are all a bunch of self-indulgent, self-righteous, self-absorbed blowhards endlessly searching for the end of the daisychain they call a life. Fuck Rose and everyone Rose knows. It's fun to take a dip in Sid's pool but I sure as hell wouldn't want to drown in it. You're drowning in it.

You have depth. Sid is a caricature. You are a thousand times more interesting and worthwhile than Sid will ever be. Yet most of the people you know have never really talked to you. And the people who would like talking to you have all been scared off by Sid. You've made some big changes lately. Make this last one and see just how much better your real life will become.

And do it in style. Sid Pink is the only person who would truly enjoy their own funeral. Throw Sid a great big raging funeral complete with eulogies. And film it. It will be his finest hour. But when it's over leave him in the coffin and get on with your life. That's the best advice I've got.

Re: The for real truth about aging caricatures

[yerch]

I have to agree, kid. I've spoken with you. The REAL you. You were dressed up like Sid and "acting" like Sid, but somewhere you accidently dropped the façade and became you. It was great. You ARE a deeply intelligent, interesting human being. I'm sure that it's fun to have an alter-ego, but it's waaay more fun to let go of the charade and wrestle with the real thing. It sucks sometimes. It's scary as all fucking hell, but it's REAL, and being and feeling REAL is where you will find the substance that you constanly discover lacking. Then you may start to break through and start having real feelings like real happiness and real greif. Believe me, I prefer a year of honest-to-goodness gut-wrenching feelings of loss and sorrow over a night of amivalence mired in a shroud of depression.

I believe that you have it in you to break out of this crap. Yerch is right. Let Sid die an extravagant death. Let him burn himself out in a giant flame, fling himself from bridges in foreign countries, overdose in an opium den filled with writhing goth girls. Let that fucker die, honey, and then step out of the wreckage and ashes and finally start living.

Re: The for real truth about aging caricatures

[sidpink]

I wonder who wrote this.

Anonymous commentary - insightful and tipping of the hand; clearly someone who knows of the Prague Impulse, as it were - as well as my penchant for goth babes.

So, if I know you, why don't you let yourself be known?

Unclear.

Re: The for real truth about aging caricatures

[yerch]

It's ME it's ME, "The Editor," I guess you can call me. Never intended to be so myserious, I just don't have a livejournal account.

Re: The for real truth about aging caricatures

[sidpink]

Going in reverse here... I know who are now. Good ol' "Editor"...