Friday, December 19, 2008

Life imitates art blah blah blah.

For the most part, I have joined the ranks of the Unhappy Waiters and Killers of Time. Oh God, are there so many of them in our land! Students who can't be happy until they've graduated, servicemen who can't be happy until they are discharged, single folks who can't be happy until they've found a mate, workers who can't be happy until they've retired, adolescents who aren't happy until they're grown, ill people who aren't happy until they're well, failures who aren't happy until they succeed, restless who can't wait until they get out of town, and in most cases, vice versa, people waiting, waiting for the world to begin.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Yes and some writers get stuck on writing boring shit, so they will write about people. If only they could create, but first, let us make it through the Holidays without any arguments, or drama, or fights, where ever that may be.

take care my friend

Unknown said...

aren't we all just messed up?

LMB said...

JESSE: Uhm...okay....

THEGAYTE-KEEPER: And Christmas really brings out the best in people.