Alright, America. To recap, my job is lame and now we have to move the store. So I'll be adding manual labor to my usual clerking duties for no extra monies.
But that's boring even me, so let's get down to some analysis.
One of the most terrifying things about being single in Los Angel Ees is the Others. When I decided to migrate here, I figured I'd really enjoy the change of culture. I heard that most people here were shallow and ditzy and more than a little nuts ("fruit & nuts" I believe I was told). Well, as you may have heard, every single stereotype you hear about LA is true. ALL of them.
Being more than a little flaky and ditzy (is there a more male term for that?) I thought I'd fit in rather nicely.
As it turns out, most of the people I've met and the conversations I've eavesdropped on have made me feel very real. Honest and concrete in who I am. Which is HORRIBLE. I am not a concrete, well defined person. I am not comfortable with who I am or what I'm about. But, in contrast to my observations over the last 2 years, in comparison these people are alien to me.
Keep in mind this is written on the business end of a bottle of wine and a few other choice drinks.
So what's a usdagent to do?
I turned down a chance to go out tonight to have drinks with some acquaintences and meet some betties on the "scene". Why? To drink said bottle of wine and watch Battlestar Galactica (season one, disc four).
Am I anti-social? Overly judgemental? I'm lonely, and I think I don't love myself, but it still beats the idea of forcing conversation with strangers I have no interest in trying to connect with.
Incidentaly, I'm trying to work out some Peter Murphy sideburns. I'll let you know how that's going.
But that's boring even me, so let's get down to some analysis.
One of the most terrifying things about being single in Los Angel Ees is the Others. When I decided to migrate here, I figured I'd really enjoy the change of culture. I heard that most people here were shallow and ditzy and more than a little nuts ("fruit & nuts" I believe I was told). Well, as you may have heard, every single stereotype you hear about LA is true. ALL of them.
Being more than a little flaky and ditzy (is there a more male term for that?) I thought I'd fit in rather nicely.
As it turns out, most of the people I've met and the conversations I've eavesdropped on have made me feel very real. Honest and concrete in who I am. Which is HORRIBLE. I am not a concrete, well defined person. I am not comfortable with who I am or what I'm about. But, in contrast to my observations over the last 2 years, in comparison these people are alien to me.
Keep in mind this is written on the business end of a bottle of wine and a few other choice drinks.
So what's a usdagent to do?
I turned down a chance to go out tonight to have drinks with some acquaintences and meet some betties on the "scene". Why? To drink said bottle of wine and watch Battlestar Galactica (season one, disc four).
Am I anti-social? Overly judgemental? I'm lonely, and I think I don't love myself, but it still beats the idea of forcing conversation with strangers I have no interest in trying to connect with.
Incidentaly, I'm trying to work out some Peter Murphy sideburns. I'll let you know how that's going.
How you continue to survive in LA is beyond me, but you deserve definite kudos for that. I'd probably homocidal at at the very least by this point.
Anyway, I'm confident that you'll find connections. The right one always pops up when you least expect it.