Wednesday, August 20, 2003

Re: Tough to be normal   Just finished reading Chuck Palahniuk's "Fight Club". Besides my problem with the fact that he writes like a 14-year-old trenchcoat-wearing Rammstein fan, as far as I can tell, the whole book is about how hard it is to be a corporate guy with an expensive condo and Scandinavian furniture and no moral or spiritual anchor.   Oh, really?   Because I can't seem to get near that level of normality and stability, no matter how hard I try.   I drive a '98 Chevy Prizm I bought new, because I'd never had a car before and I was afraid of used ones. It gets driven a maximum of three times per week and hasn't been washed in a couple of months. I live in a spartan 1920's townhouse behind an organic grocery store. I was trying to lower the sash on my bedroom window and it came away from the windowpane in my hands. I have a photograph of Alan Rickman as Severus Snape on my wall next to an icon of Mary Magdalene. I have a small collection of non-lethal weaponry hidden in my underwear drawer. My circle of friends are mostly college-friend computer geeks I keep in constant contact via Internet Relay Chat and email, yet I don't often see them in person and some I've never met at all. When I get dressed up for work, I look more like an anime businesswoman than a corporate shark. My favorite restaurant used to be a cannabis club and the sanest person I know is the hippie who owns it. I have a tendency to fall in love with guys who speak dead languages. My life is an endless (albeit exhilarating) stream of non-sequiturial drama and stories that I could never tell anyone because the background information is so extensive, they'd lose interest even before I got to the actual story.   So try to forgive me if I can't relate to someone who's having difficulty being too societally ideal. I can't even imagine how one gets there in the first place. 12:53:03 PM