The old timers always tell me, “Stay in college” and I wish there was satisfaction in a commitment to higher education. I mean I know what they’re trying to tell me, that not having an education will result in a harder life, a back-breaking struggle to make ends meet. But I have this fear of impending structural failure of our civilization, and it’s probably a hypochondriac sensitivity to the prophecies I’ve read in my books. Though I know that industrialization and consumerism are inherently fatal, self-destructive, I can’t seem to make a decision on where to go next. I have no conclusions. I have little hope. The line this week is, “I don’t know what to make of the world.”
Too much caffeine makes me useless. I saw this girl I knew at the coffee shop, and I was probably too weird. I was all up-up-up and sort of pretentious, talking about ideas and academic things and they were giggly and smiley and then like always I tripped on my words and sputtered embarrassing nonsense, incapable of putting sentences together in coherent, presentable ways. My form was a total faux-pa, and like always there was that unspeakable pity of my failure as a social creature among the young and sexy.
Too much caffeine makes me useless. I saw this girl I knew at the coffee shop, and I was probably too weird. I was all up-up-up and sort of pretentious, talking about ideas and academic things and they were giggly and smiley and then like always I tripped on my words and sputtered embarrassing nonsense, incapable of putting sentences together in coherent, presentable ways. My form was a total faux-pa, and like always there was that unspeakable pity of my failure as a social creature among the young and sexy.
