I'm at Pinboys. 9 pm. About to go up.
Life is good. I need a haircut and a shave. But life is good.
I'm staying to realize that this is life. That this has been life.
Life is wrapping up, in a lot of ways. And that's okay.
I was the type of person who always needed a haircut and a shave. It probably cost me a zero on a few paychecks.
I feel for a lot of things. Part of me feels like I spent my whole life as a consumer of products that were made by people who were in power long before I was born.
I feel for a lot of things. Which means I fall for a lot of things.
Fell for them.
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I decided to be "weird" at a young age. It was a way to determine my own path, I think. Or so I thought at the time.
I was young. I thought my identity was permanent.
By the time it occurred to me it was fluid, I had to fight and crawl my way through the trenches, just to stay picking up my socks.
I'm not done. I will continue to fight to change myself, in every way I think will help the world I am leaving for my children.
But those gains may be smaller than I long presumed. I may never reach that perfect version of myself -- the one I thought the world would focus on helping me reach.
That's okay.
Host is up. Tyrell. Then Von. Then me.
Life was good. Let me go listen to Tyrell
Life is good. I need a haircut and a shave. But life is good.
I'm staying to realize that this is life. That this has been life.
Life is wrapping up, in a lot of ways. And that's okay.
I was the type of person who always needed a haircut and a shave. It probably cost me a zero on a few paychecks.
I feel for a lot of things. Part of me feels like I spent my whole life as a consumer of products that were made by people who were in power long before I was born.
I feel for a lot of things. Which means I fall for a lot of things.
Fell for them.
_____
I decided to be "weird" at a young age. It was a way to determine my own path, I think. Or so I thought at the time.
I was young. I thought my identity was permanent.
By the time it occurred to me it was fluid, I had to fight and crawl my way through the trenches, just to stay picking up my socks.
I'm not done. I will continue to fight to change myself, in every way I think will help the world I am leaving for my children.
But those gains may be smaller than I long presumed. I may never reach that perfect version of myself -- the one I thought the world would focus on helping me reach.
That's okay.
Host is up. Tyrell. Then Von. Then me.
Life was good. Let me go listen to Tyrell
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