The Average American mainly looks forward to The Next Meal, wondering what to eat and when to eat it. The AA listens to Top 40 radio, too lazy to seek out and explore the new, undiscovered indie no-names. The AA watches sports as often as possible or gets mani-pedi's on the reg. The AA works the same job day after day and knows exactly how much money will be left over for beer once all the bills have been paid. The AA Couple gossips about other AA Couples, gets engaged after dating for the "right" amount of time, spends every second thinking about and planning The Wedding while completely neglecting The Relationship. After the excitement of The Wedding has dissipated, it is clear that there are no genuine interests or passions to speak of, and thusly, procreation must occur so that the focus can then be poured into The Baby. Blogs, magazines, cable TV, phone apps are places where Life occurs...until Death embraces yet one more person who made zero positive impact on this planet while alive. Consume and conquer until consumed and conquered.
It is sobering to realize that some of my dearest friends - and even a couple of family members - are AA's.
They look at me as they would an animal in a zoo. I am to be admired and marveled at and claimed as a favorite, but never truly understood. I am an artist, a freak, a dreamer. I write songs and make music and perform in shitty clubs and fuck male models and listen to obscure bands and jump from one freelance job to another just in time to pay rent. I get by on Looks and Luck and Street Smarts. I am pretentious without meaning to be, an unintentional hipster who would rather spend money on cigarettes than food. My life is difficult and challenging and uncertain and bizarre...but it is always interesting, always gratifying, always wrought with the trite search for depth amongst the shallow society that I partake in.
I am the Eternal Scrapper.
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