The House of Lies (Irritating It's Readers With Infrequent Posts Since 1927)

A house. Of lies. My life isn't interesting enough to tell the truth.

Sunday, August 20, 2006

Awkwardly leaning one's jawbone against a crumpled pillow at one thirty in the morning isn't exactly a habit of the healthy. Then again, neither is staying up until all hours yet not managing to even leave the house. What is wrong with me? Have my social skills really crashed that hard? What happened to the depraved hooliganry that I'd be getting up to at this late hour? Has the scene left me behind, or was I just never on board?

What station am I at, if my train has left? Clearly, the crowd is elsewhere, and not in my luxurious swimming pool equipped villa. I'd hypothesize Tuscany. Or Robson.

This is an overt worry. To say that one lived in a time, one must at least experience the time. I have, up until now, failed to do just that. "Embrace anachronisms" has been my battle cry for most of my life, but why? Goosestep with my parents' sensibilities? A rejection of the popular culture of my peers, those who severely tarnished my childhood? Perhaps my contemporaries are ot, by and large, my peers, maybe that title belongs to an older generation, the one I grew up with.

2 Comments:

Blogger barbara_mary said...

The party's in Nanaimo, my friend, which you are welcome to crash at anytime.

You hve an outstanding invitation to our social gatherings, and you know it.

12:49 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I don't know, man. It's only pretty recently in history that the idea has come up that members of a generation have distinct characteristics. In that same commercial vein (sorry, but it's totally a plot to sell people stuff) came the idea that culture has a 'best before' date. I mean, if you're talking about strapping on a viking hat and collecting some Danelaw from Tsawassen, yeah, the boat has sailed (literally, ah ha). I guess what I'm saying is that you experience the present day whether you want to or not, and nothing you do will every change the horrifying, marvelous fact that you're around nowadays.

7:46 PM  

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