Tuesday, 14 August 2007

• I'm Having My Angst, Leave Me Be

  I have no idea what to write in here. Despite the advertisements, I can't simply document my experiences onto a screen and act like its exactly what I wanted to say. I overthink what I write, and I will guarantee (I just spellchecked guarantee) you that 12 minutes after I click "Save changes," I will be back on this page, combing through this page look for errors and changing every word I can.

  And yet, I'm able to post movie reviews like I'm somebody, without any regrets or thoughts of pompousness. I care what people think, and I don't, either. It's a simple, pointless, generic feeling that every human has felt since the dawn of time. Now I'm imagining neanderthaal teenage angst. "Unga bunga boo. (strange noise) Bawunga." I can't even feel angst-y without cracking a joke. I can't face a problem head-on (Apply directly to forehead), and now I'm listening to a song in a language I don't understand, and actually taking solice in his lyrics even though I have no idea what it means (Gatumbu). Blah. I'm looking at AIM, staring blankly at all the names of people I talk to in the real world, but I don't just click and type "hi" in a box. I wonder what the neanderthaal equivalent is?

  Regardless, irregardless, anyway, Kachoo booweepo sanga wahpul bluff.

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