The Thing About Garbage People

I just spent almost half of my tax return on making my car run better. This is awful and I haaaaate it.

I had this friend who was broken up with and pretty upset. For a while. Like to the point where people who didn’t know her that well we like “get over it” and then even her good friends were like “get over it.” And I mean I get it, because she was super selfish around that time. Lots of drama, Coachella, this and that. All very Southern California and annoying.

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Say You Will, Say You Won’t, Make Up Your Mind

Is life really about doing what you want? Is that all there is to it, in the end? That’s a sort of selfishness is appealing but can also be hurtful to others. So then it becomes a matter of which you care about less: getting what you want or hurting someone. There are a few things to consider. Like do I care about this person enough that I don’t want hurt them? What if I choose not to hurt this person, don’t get what I want, and I suffer instead? To what extent should we force ourselves to suffer so as to not cast that struggle on to someone else?

Shit happens and people get hurt. That’s the way it goes. We have to be selfish to make the best lives for ourselves. Other people can’t be our main priority.

For the record, I’m talking only about participating adultish people here. Not like people with families or major responsibilities or anything. That’s the point of it all anyway, isn’t it? To get those major responsibilities? To rely on ourselves. To find people who deserve our selflessness. Maybe being selfish comes first, so we can be selfless later. We’re all working to get to what we want. To get the big career or family or that rad vacation or whatever it is. There’s always a price to pay, something to lose, sacrifices to make.

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The In-Between

I wish I didn’t feel such a great need to understand everything. I’m not talking about how computers work or anything like that. That sort of stuff has answers, as complicated and confusing as they are. I’m talking specifically about the question why. WHY do I feel the need to question everything? WHY does this person act like that, WHY did this or that happen? I want to understand intention and the way everything fits in the universe but at the moment I’m stuck on my own role in all this mess.

If I had a job I’m sure it would be a less daunting question. We’re all insignificant, but working for the Man or at least someone creates a sense of purpose. Make money doing a job you hate, or love, and then spend it on stuff you want or need or trips you want to take or whatever you want, really. Create fulfillment. But I’m still looking for a job since the store that I’d worked at closed, and I don’t have those opportunities.

I could take the easy way out and work in retail again or even In N Out. They make good money. But now I have this stupid thing called standards and want to find something stable. I don’t want to commit, especially when I don’t know exactly what I want to do, but I don’t want to work in a glutton factory anymore. Glutton for materialism, glutton for food, whatever. I don’t want to sell people shit they don’t need or food that will kill them. I don’t want to work with people at all, really, but that’s probably asking for too much.

So in the mean time I apply for jobs and go to interviews and nothing works out and this feeling of inadequacy grows. Logic is no match for the simplicity of emotion. As if emotion is anything but intensely complicated. But it does what it wants and despair is a tough feeling to conquer. I’m lucky to have parents who continue to support me while I continue to try and try and try but I’m starting to wonder why, why, why.

Like I could move back to Maine. I don’t have family there anymore but I have friends. I could fly back to LA twice a year for my school workshops. I was hot shit in Portland. I stood out. But it’s different here. There’s nothing like being surrounded by flawless females to crush a girl’s confidence. Then again, that probably has a lot to do with the whole dating thing not working out. I couldn’t have decided to give up on that game at a better time. Sometimes giving up really is just for the best. It’s not like having a boyfriend matters. My standards are really not that high for what I want at this point, as far as commitment goes, anyway. But somehow it always ends in disappointment and disappointment is tiring.

Then there are my friends. I have a few excellent ones, which is great, but this crew as a whole is just so unreliable. I don’t know. Maybe it’s me. I don’t like the way it works, the one-on-one or little groups or big parties. Why can’t it be a handful of friends, nothing prepared to death or rager reliant? Why do we always have to go out to dinner or a bar or fucking trapeze class or Palm Springs? Whyyyy do people need to plan even the littlest thing on Facebook? Why can’t we get a group together and hang at home, drinks some beers, maybe smoke some weed, and watching a fucking movie? Maybe I’m just not invited to those casual hangouts. It’s possible. Probably not. But maybe. But everyone has their stupid little drama and I’m sorry friends, but it really is stupid. It shouldn’t be so difficult to get a handful of people together, but it is because one person already has plans and someone doesn’t like someone else.

I like the mix of chicks and dicks that I grew up with, a mix that apparently doesn’t really exist here, because maybe men and women really can’t just be friends. Or maybe it’s just me. Is it? That’s the worst question and I’m sure if I actually asked, I wouldn’t get a straight answer. I miss my old friends, the ones I’ve known since middle school. I miss the friendships that are reliable and rock solid. I liked having a small crew of people who all liked each other, who had gotten over the bullshit years ago. It takes years of interest and effort to create that and I want it now. Right now. But I don’t even know who’s a reliable choice and who’s got that brand of LA flake that I’m learning to hate and simultaneously become.

I don’t like this in-between.

Run For Your Life

You know those slasher films, where the stupid teenagers decide to split up to go looking for a murderer? The movies where you KNOW what’s going to happen and you just DON’T UNDERSTAND why those teenagers are such idiots? Well I’m pretty sure that can be applied to relationships too. Like when you see your friend making the same mistakes she always makes while you’re just sitting there like WHY CAN’T YOU SEE WHAT YOU’RE DOING?

But then you end up in the exact same position with the most successful tunnel vision that’s ever occurred in the history of mankind. We all have certain patterns that we’re comfortable with which tends to cause history to repeat itself. To what extent do we try to change these habits, though? To what extent should we accept certain aspects about ourselves, rather than trying to change them, and instead make the most of what we have?

At some point we’re all saddled with some sort of baggage. I mean all a relationship really is is two people whose issues are compatible. Try as we might to improve our weaknesses, we’re all flawed and we always will be.

Bye Bye Birdie

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Everything about my sense of self has disintegrated over the past few months. What a difference a year makes. I’m less sure of everything, which I think is a nice change of pace. The city I live in is still new to me. The people are too. On top of that, my parents are moving from my childhood home, and not just to another house. To a new state. Far, far away from were I grew up. Really mom and dad, must you have your own lives? Is it really too much to ask that every single thing you do revolves around what I want?

Bye bye stability.

I recently went out with a guy who enjoys living his life a specific way. No consistent, lasting relationships, save with his immediate family. Definitely never having kids. Friends? Maybe. I couldn’t tell. Always moving and seeing but never staying. I’m like 37% sure he was homeless. Such a life has been appealing to me for years but I’ve already tethered myself with responsibility. I don’t know if I’d actually like it anyway. I sure do like the idea though.

I’ve gone out with this Homeless Dude a couple times. He seriously does not want anything serious, and it’s working well for me. No commitment means no expectations means no worry and no problem. He’s set in his ways, has strong opinions and unpopular views and man do I love to argue with him.

I’m finding more and more what I want and don’t want in another person. Naturally I’m learning about myself, too. Well, that might be too generous. I’m unlearning what I thought I knew and generally flailing around trying to figure out what to do about that. I get to decide who I’m going to be, but who I want to be isn’t as easy to create as I’d like. I’m recognizing old habits that I’d thought were gone. These people I want to be friends with, or do I? Drama, drama, drama. Life is just one enormous minefield. Might as well make it explode a little.