7.18.2005

dickens

i'm becoming increasingly concerned that i'm not who i think i am. and in all likely hood this is an imagined existential crisis. any sort of definite "self" is imagined. you can't know yourself, really. and no one really knows you either. all the hyped up importance of knowing "who you are" is just a byproduct of our self obsessed cult of individualism.

and the cultish-ness is everywhere in EVERYTHING we do, and watch and say.

and that's all well and good. BUT, i don't really want to be a self absorbed little media/socially designed monkey. but why don’t I want to be a little robot, a little soldier of ME? BECAUSE I BELIEVE I'M somehow unique! so it's too late. circle complete.

i finally changed the signature on my email, from "truth is plural" to "there are many forms of stupidity and cleverness is the worst." what no one understands about email signatures is that they aren't conversation starters. they're particular fixations. one would not, you specifically, believe how many people have written back to me when my signature was, "truth is plural" to express their PROFOUND belief that 1. truth is not plural (you're wrong asshole, it's about perspective, it has to be plural.) or 2. that shouldn't it be "truths are plural?" (wouldn't it be ridiculous to point out the plurality of a already plural word? asstard.)

anyway, evidence is cancelled today. so my usual 5:30 to 7:30 time block is goign to be spent suit shopping at the pru. YAY. suits.

my parents are in on Thursday afternoon, and i'm looking forward to seeing them profoundly. possibly because it's been almost 5 months with no arguing except over the phone. shame shame.

with love, pointlessly and irritatingly yours.



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