How to become a literary, a luminary, to know and feel a sparkling flash of purpose and sense of self? In college, I dreamt of becoming a big city fish. In New York, I'm finding that everyone's a piranha.
Friday, August 07, 2009
Room Hates
Perhaps roommate stuff is better, but I still want to live somewhere else like an adult...
Mama, please, you are being far too hard on yourself, and not a little over dramatic (tho being a roommate on the near side of 30 I loved this post and feel every second of it, one of my roommates is 22, little fuckers) however... you could not be paid for what you do really anywhere else, maybe cali but then guess who needs to start driving??? Havent you met like some of the biggest publisher/editors/writers/super-heroes of writing living here. I defy you to do that anywhere else.
Roommating is such a small price to pay for that. I know you, you're like five years away from being king shit of fuck mountain, you're like one of the few people that I'm not worried about.
You could very easily be on your third child, writing for some shit rag in a tiny town with a husband on his third enlistment... and your life would still be better then someone else's. People spend their whole miserable lives wishing to move and live in this town. Everything in perspective. And let me also say, cause evidently this post got me ranting, that its not like you get rid of the roommate and are allowed to do whatever you want. You're gonna get married and then you still cant leave your underpants hangin from a ceiling fan, even tho you know that airs em out. So in conclusion life is an ever expanding pain in the bag, so enjoy the time that you were young and sexy and lived in NYC and had to worry about a chick crying.
Barely the definition of an adult, I'm trying to navigate through the city, the scenesters, the lackies, the lonely, and wondering if
I'll ever fit in.
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2 comments:
Mama, please, you are being far too hard on yourself, and not a little over dramatic (tho being a roommate on the near side of 30 I loved this post and feel every second of it, one of my roommates is 22, little fuckers) however... you could not be paid for what you do really anywhere else, maybe cali but then guess who needs to start driving??? Havent you met like some of the biggest publisher/editors/writers/super-heroes of writing living here. I defy you to do that anywhere else.
Roommating is such a small price to pay for that. I know you, you're like five years away from being king shit of fuck mountain, you're like one of the few people that I'm not worried about.
You could very easily be on your third child, writing for some shit rag in a tiny town with a husband on his third enlistment... and your life would still be better then someone else's. People spend their whole miserable lives wishing to move and live in this town. Everything in perspective. And let me also say, cause evidently this post got me ranting, that its not like you get rid of the roommate and are allowed to do whatever you want. You're gonna get married and
then you still cant leave your underpants hangin from a ceiling fan, even tho you know that airs em out. So in conclusion life is an ever expanding pain in the bag, so enjoy the time that you were young and sexy and lived in NYC and had to worry about a chick crying.
Love,
Me
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