happy birthday to me...

I have always thought of people as punch lines. I laugh at everyone, all the time. I laugh when they fall down, no matter how old they are, even if they break their hip and they're my grandmother. Jesus my mom was pissed. I laugh when they miss their bus and then run after it waving their arms in a futile attempt to make the driver stop, and when he doesn't it means they'll be late for something very important. i especially laugh when they have nervous breakdowns. Sometimes I think about that footage of Jim Bakker being led away in handcuffs as he whimpers and goes fucking insane and I have to lie down to keep from fainting. The Other Sister and I Am SAM are two of the funniest movies ever made. I can't even walk into a McDonald's. All those people stuffing double cheeseburgers into their greedy mouths are just big fat sloppy sight gags to me. I was kicked out of my reading circle in the third grade for laughing at a girl who couldn't sound out her sentences. Years later she told me that i was singularly responsible for the stutter she'd later developed, and for her intense shyness and low self-esteem. the important thing is that I'd made a difference in her life. I have always found the misfortunes of others hilarious, because they're not me. If there's such a thing as karma I'm fucking doomed. But really it's condescending and patronizing not to make fun of someone because they're old or stupid or crippled or morbidly obese. Banged up people don't want your pity. They just want to be treated like everyone else. Mockery, when done without prejudice or discretion, can be a form of respect. It's the closest we'll ever come to true equality.

So after a year with out, i finally have a SG account again. Its good to be back.