It's nice to know that you have a unique point of view.
It's not nice when you regularly end up feeling like, becuase of that uniqueness, you don't actually have any peers. No fault of theirs. No fault of yours. Eventually "different people" becomes "impossibly different" and then the bitterness. and then the dislike that's there more often than not. The eye rolling. The feeling that it's all a bunch of bullshit anyway. The "how did I ever"s and the "why didn't I see"s.
I think we all sort of need that level of banality to push against. We need the bad so the good means something. And we need to continually be misunderstood and taken for granted so that we'll actually *get it* when someone says "I know" and they mean it.
I've been in my own head a lot lately and haven't really been talking about it. Which is fine. I like having thoughts that are just mine. But the real reason I haven't really been talking is becuase I'm not sure I have the vocabulary for what I want to say and I don't want to end up spewing bullshit platitudes with heavy doses of elizabethan wank and pseuo-words. Mute is better. Mute works.
I've been reading Nicole Blackman and I shouldn't.
It's funny to me that people think Snoop Dogg and Missy Elliot invented "izzle" talk.
It's funnier that someone can get snobby about something like The Strokes or one of these ineffectual post-emo whiner-pop bands with the deep lyrics and the bass-free voices and the jangle of guitar playing learned by rote from the top 40 stations of the late 80s. These little kids with all their deep deep shit and their po-mo, unearned cynicism.
Rhapsody recommends Basement Jaxx if you're listening to Thomas Dolby.
it recommends Sting if you're listening to Oingo Boingo
it recommends Bad Religion if you're listening to DK
... and Sheila E if you're listening to Parliament.
This song makes me tear up.
rip up or cry... you decide.