The Writing

Life happens pretty quickly these days. Before we have a chance to analyze what just happened, we're already on to the next thing. It's probably important to slow up the train sometimes, pull out our magnifying glasses and take a closer look at what life is really trying to tell us. And there are probably great writers who can help us understand just what it is exactly that we are to make of all of it. I am not one of those writers. Instead I prefer to speed along ever faster and make inane observations of things I barely have left myself time to understand. If that sort of thing appeals to you then please to enjoy what you find below.


Say What You Say

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I’m listening to Dave Matthews, who I used to hate on principal, but had never listened to. It’s just one’s duty to hate the douchebags. I forget to check for myself if he was a douchebag or not.

I’ve done that a lot. Assumed some knowledge I don’t have because other ignorant people seem to know something. But nothing says they’re not douchebags too. In fact, I’ll say they are and I am too.

So I give Dave Matthews a chance and he’s alright. At least he’s my background music to my Monday December 13th evening rebellion against the conformity of all the days, that keep piling up. One after the other.

Tonight, I rebel. I am a separate thing from conformity, work, obligation. I am life. Playing out it’s course. I have no reason to believe that my life is special. Only that life is.

But I can pretend, especially sometimes. When the day is long gone and a few beers have helped the mood, I can remember that I don’t really know anything that I know until I know it: Dave Matthews is not a douche bag. All has not been decided.

Life can still be flipped on it’s ear.

And we can do the flipping.