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Posted by Lone Wolf
In the last few days, a theme has been reappearing. These women in my life keep comin' at me with some "You're gonna be thirty soon" shit. They are saying I need to think about where I'm at in the real world. I'm told I'm pretending to remain a boy and I'm off playing around in my playground world. And I think the best comment was something like (to paraphrase) - no one is going to want to be an adult making out with me in shitty a tour van.
All at once they are dropping this on me.
Ok. Fair enough. I'm not getting any younger. I've been touring a long long time, and there isn't really a retirement plan. But is it really already time for me to start worrying about posturing like an adult? What good does that do for anyone? I've never had those goals that people seem to feel obligated to have... the college degree, some relationship status, ownership of whatever crap makes you feel like you're a certifiably domesticated so-and-so... What would they have me do? Get some weak job? Build up a resume? Date someone I'm not actually excited about, just to fill some perceived gap? Sounds terrible. I'd rather go to foreign countries and get paid to play music. Even if I did come home, I'd rather move forward with my Jiu Jitsu training. I'd rather live in a way that gives me time to make smiles with my friends, no matter what day of the week it is. (and really, this entire week I didn't know what day it was until football came on). My goals aren't limited by some looming perception of success, or by monetary stability. That may be irresponsible of me, but I'm just not wired to be any other way.
And allow us to enter, for a moment, the topic of our collapsing reality. The system in place is coming apart at the seams. A true investment in your own future is one where you relearn human skills and methods of outliving our failing grid. Fuck your economics class, cause stone age economics are the only kind that aren't imaginary.
Fuck anyone's definition of real life. We gotta make our own standards for ourselves.
Maybe I am setting myself up for a rough patch when I come out of this pattern. But there are certain moments - perhaps after waking up from a nap in the van to play some soccer for a few hours in a city I've never even heard of, or hypothetically when getting sucked off in the green room at some concert that I just shredded five hundred faces -and I can't help but think I'll never regret this.
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Posted by Lone Wolf
In the last few days, a theme has been reappearing. These women in my life keep comin' at me with some "You're gonna be thirty soon" shit. They are saying I need to think about where I'm at in the real world. I'm told I'm pretending to remain a boy and I'm off playing around in my playground world. And I think the best comment was something like (to paraphrase) - no one is going to want to be an adult making out with me in shitty a tour van.
All at once they are dropping this on me.
Ok. Fair enough. I'm not getting any younger. I've been touring a long long time, and there isn't really a retirement plan. But is it really already time for me to start worrying about posturing like an adult? What good does that do for anyone? I've never had those goals that people seem to feel obligated to have... the college degree, some relationship status, ownership of whatever crap makes you feel like you're a certifiably domesticated so-and-so... What would they have me do? Get some weak job? Build up a resume? Date someone I'm not actually excited about, just to fill some perceived gap? Sounds terrible. I'd rather go to foreign countries and get paid to play music. Even if I did come home, I'd rather move forward with my Jiu Jitsu training. I'd rather live in a way that gives me time to make smiles with my friends, no matter what day of the week it is. (and really, this entire week I didn't know what day it was until football came on). My goals aren't limited by some looming perception of success, or by monetary stability. That may be irresponsible of me, but I'm just not wired to be any other way.
And allow us to enter, for a moment, the topic of our collapsing reality. The system in place is coming apart at the seams. A true investment in your own future is one where you relearn human skills and methods of outliving our failing grid. Fuck your economics class, cause stone age economics are the only kind that aren't imaginary.
Fuck anyone's definition of real life. We gotta make our own standards for ourselves.
Maybe I am setting myself up for a rough patch when I come out of this pattern. But there are certain moments - perhaps after waking up from a nap in the van to play some soccer for a few hours in a city I've never even heard of, or hypothetically when getting sucked off in the green room at some concert that I just shredded five hundred faces -and I can't help but think I'll never regret this.
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