We'd all like to think we're special but we're not. I could go into a Fight Club spiral and tell you how we're the all singing all dancing crap of the world, but you get my point. Speaking of FC, I have seen a post going around the last couple of days telling women that if a guy says that's his favorite movie to run. At first I was incensed by that comment but then I thought about it. It's aimed at younger people and yeah, if you're in your 20s and that's your favorite movie, fuck off. If you were born after 1972 you don't understand that movie the same. You have to be Jack to get Jack. You have to know the depression and rage that filled the narrator. You can't just watch it today and think how cool it is. You have to have fucking lived it. Every day of your pathetic wasting away life. You have to know what it means to have no great war. You have to know what it felt like to be in a world of billions of people and not have an instant connection. The isolation. The hate that it brings. You have to know what it's like to sit up at night and think that the best possible thing for the world is if your line dies out because there's no point in having more of you on the planet. You have to be able to reconcile making soap from the fat of the rich. And knowing when to destroy something beautiful. Self destruction is the only path.
Taught my class. New group. Went okay.
Man I am old and decrepit and ready for the Lazarus pit. Resurrect me. Rebirth. New brain please.
Got back to the hotel and ate leftover food. Watched TV. Went to bed.
I am Jack's wasted life.
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