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Jun. 9th, 2013 02:17 pmThe Parade was as great as ever. I'm moving away to another part of this neighborhood later in the month - probably, and I'm pretty much broke for a week or so. I think I'm going to sell off my things as I go, less and less and less of things. Not that I have much things.
Anyway - I thought about it, and leaving here, again, some more, and how I want to have less of the things I have and less past. Too much past is what I've got. I went to the parade and I kept thinking - there's got to be a word or name for what it is when you see people you used to sleep with and they won't acknowledge you or look at you. There's a lot of those people when I go into crowds and I think I've probably slept with too many people in this town and I felt, almost, like I might not have to anymore. Maybe I can give up on that and be solitary and I dunno, useful/productive to myself? Something - maybe I've slept with enough people and I can let someone else handle that.
Sure, sure. Sure. That's a laugh. Anyhow - I'm... Stuck between, stuck between - soon I'll move and not far enough away, but somewhere else and on my own/lonesome - no more roommates so that's a forward momentum kind of direction. My roommates have all been too american anyway. They eat out most meals, fall in love and want to couple up with anyone that they can possibly find at the first possible opportunity and they don't think about having a plan for the realistic future, but rather a plan for the foolish future that will not come. Let's save money and buy a liquor store and then work at our liquor store until we can buy the building, if we have girlfriends we'll get them to go into the cleaning business on the side and we'll all live in one house until we have enough money to buy some more houses and then we'll rent those out and in ten years - we won't have to work anymore.
This is like the people who didn't study engineering in college because math is hard. No vision for the longer-term they think hard things for the moment won't have a payoff in the future. Which sickens me.
Anyhow- I probably should figure out how to have a second job- but then, you know, my weekends are spoken for indefinitely. What a kid.
Anyway - I thought about it, and leaving here, again, some more, and how I want to have less of the things I have and less past. Too much past is what I've got. I went to the parade and I kept thinking - there's got to be a word or name for what it is when you see people you used to sleep with and they won't acknowledge you or look at you. There's a lot of those people when I go into crowds and I think I've probably slept with too many people in this town and I felt, almost, like I might not have to anymore. Maybe I can give up on that and be solitary and I dunno, useful/productive to myself? Something - maybe I've slept with enough people and I can let someone else handle that.
Sure, sure. Sure. That's a laugh. Anyhow - I'm... Stuck between, stuck between - soon I'll move and not far enough away, but somewhere else and on my own/lonesome - no more roommates so that's a forward momentum kind of direction. My roommates have all been too american anyway. They eat out most meals, fall in love and want to couple up with anyone that they can possibly find at the first possible opportunity and they don't think about having a plan for the realistic future, but rather a plan for the foolish future that will not come. Let's save money and buy a liquor store and then work at our liquor store until we can buy the building, if we have girlfriends we'll get them to go into the cleaning business on the side and we'll all live in one house until we have enough money to buy some more houses and then we'll rent those out and in ten years - we won't have to work anymore.
This is like the people who didn't study engineering in college because math is hard. No vision for the longer-term they think hard things for the moment won't have a payoff in the future. Which sickens me.
Anyhow- I probably should figure out how to have a second job- but then, you know, my weekends are spoken for indefinitely. What a kid.
