Listening to a melange of Bruce songs. Right now "The Price You Pay." But I will update the song throughout the blog.
I was told by one of my blog readers that I write entirely too much in my blogs. I am not saying that I will shorten the lengths of my entries because that would imply that I was writing for someone other than myself (wink). But I will make a concerted effort to be more concise in my theses.
(song change - now it's 'Used Cars' from Nebraska)
I just bought a new pair of shoes at a vintage clothing store. As I get older and become more acclimated to my own sense of my heterosexuality I recognize some traits that separate me from a lot of my male friends. I had someone tell me the other day about a group of guys that she hangs out with. Now, during the course of a single Sopranos episode, these gentlemen will hoot and holler at any piece of ass that may wander across the screen. I have never felt magnetized to that sort of behavior. This is not to say that i never act inappropriately. On the contrary, if you have ever spent any amount of time around me you know that i can be one of the most foul and tactless individuals ever. In fact, I worry about the day when I step over the line in the wrong place and get sued for harassment. I don't denigrate women though. Never been my style.
So... along the lines of my questionable masculinity, I think it is important to note that I am a little bit of a shoe whore. I think I get it from my father. He loves his shoes. Admittedly, most of them have tassles and were bought at Johnston & Murphy, but the man doesn't lack for what he thinks is style. He frequently wears Cosby style sweaters, but that's neither here nor there. Anyway - back to the shoes. I don't know. I just think that nothing epitomize a human being better than what they wear on their feet. Stella Adler has an acting exercise which simply consists of finding what your character would wear on their feet. Genius! The same goes for life. Women who want a wealthy husband look at shoes and watches. I don't even own a watch! It's all part of the stupid dance that goes on night after night in bars across America.
Tonight I got in a discussion about POWER with my friend Susie. She said that she would like to have power to do what she wanted. To change the world. I said that i would rather have respect. I said that I would love to paint boats in the Caribbean and have folks just say "Hey - you sure paint those boats well," than to be able to decide who gets a boat or not. I think that as we get older we learn that you don't figure out the answers to those difficult questions - you just get more adept at learning to be okay with the fact that they don't get answered.
You know - I said I was going to be more concise in this entry but I think I failed. Oh well - I'm drunk. AGAIN! Jesus Christ on a pogo stick! What is wrong with me. I have got to whack off and go to sleep. More tomorrow.
As a side note - I just want to say that I just read what I wrote and it doesn't make a lick of sense to me. Oh well!
1 Comments:
having been with you for the formulation of your nonsensical thoughts, i have to say, i quite like the genisis of your writing. but i'm drunk, too.
i like the shorter version. i can pay attention longer when it's shorter. ;)
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