Friday, 12 February 2010

This is why we don't date lead singers.

This is how it works, all the time: Like you're smoking pot but like permanently, so everything that happens around you is suffused with tremendous meaning and an unbreakable spirit, because of how you live up your own rectum and assume everybody else is robots that are interested in what it's like to be you at all times. Those amazing moments where you put on your one sock and then your other sock and then your one shoe and then your other shoe and then you were just like, "Yeah. Yeah, I get it." Like the universe is a special greeting card God picked out just for you. That's why Ani DiFranco can write thirty-seven songs about the same ten-minute period in her life where she got her period while washing the dishes, and why it feels so new and fresh and not-at-all cynical each time: Because of these moments, you guys. They're all we have! We must live them! As soon as I finish telling you about my moments and how they made me feel.

[Via]


CORRECT.

(I think this is also why people don't date me?)

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