Normally this would get me down and depressed and I'd go get a pint of Ben and Jerry's and have a delightful date with the most loyal men in my life. I'd have to reach out to someone and talk about how the universe is clearly against me. But I'm rolling with it. It's not a huge deal. At least I'm speaking up in class, at least I have friends I can be annoying to who don't discard me at a moment's notice. I think this means I've grown as a person. I'd like to think that's what it means.
Of late I like this and this. Liking Banksy and Andy Warhol makes me feel mature and counter-cultural and Pomo and all that stuff. I like to think that this is also growth that I have taste and I know what I like and it's not just the stuff all the cool kids like. I don't think college has cool kids, at least not mine. Actually, when I visited and had dinner at a local restaurant, my waiter, a W&M student told me that it's full of kids who weren't cool in high school who think they're cool not that they're in college but actually aren't. I don't know what he was trying to say, exactly. Isn't thinking that you're cool what makes it true? Or something like that. I just watched "17 Again" and the fleeting vision of what popularity is in high school is escaping me.
I'm gonna go listen to The Kooks and Cat Power and Rilo Kiley and whatever else I have in my iTunes that you haven't heard of that makes me cool....
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