2000-03-09 11:25:27 I had a very very neat session with my counsellor this morning. we talked about all kinds of stuff. one of the things, and I don't even know how it came up, really, except we were talking about themes in my writing and what they mean to my actual life, but I started talking about how when I was growing up, in high school and stuff, I was really worried, because I was this middle class white suburbanite with 2 parents and a younger brother, and I was always thinking How am I going to be a good writer if I have this idyllic existence? It'll never work. I need sadness. I need divorce. I need Bad Things. But then, you know, your parents DO get divorced, and your dad just sort of disappears and goes crazy has some new family somewhere, and a bunch of your friends, a wierdly high percentage actually get murdered, and you are living this new life on your own in a strange new city, and you have to be worried about helping to financial support your mother, which is just wierd, and you have what in hindsight looks like Bad Stuff, but at the time was just Your Life, and you know what? None of it made me a better writer. Also, I have a plan for what I'm going to do, workwise. I do. It's a good plan. A plan I think will work. But I will not be discussing it here. Also it's really f*cking nice outside today, and I got to wear my bright red spring jacket that's one of my favorite pieces of clothing, and I got to walk down the street with Old 97s in my headphones, singing full blast irregardless (YES, IRREGARDLESS) of who was looking at me funny. k thank you very much & credits music: |
1. today is nice 3. happy yesterdays 8. thanks for hosting 4. doing other things |
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