Honestly, here is the situation. I wake up late. I always wake up late. I run around like a chicken without a head. I go to work for roughly 9 hours. I come home, eat, do the crossword, answer e-mails, check something off my to-do list, write in my journal, get in my pajamas, snuggle up with a book, start to feel my eyelids grow heavy, snuggle into bed….SHIT I have to take a picture! I could take the “art” seriously and roam my suburban surroundings looking for something meaningful, but I’m in my p.j.s so I just wander around my house and eventually take a picture of something, anything. I keep telling myself that the pictures will improve, be so much more exciting once I’m in New York. I say that about a lot of things in my life, and I’ve been saying those things since I was 16 and thinking about college. But, as Sissy Hankshaw said in “Even Cowgirls Get the Blues,” that’s bullshit. Those weren’t her exact words, but I don’t have them in front of me. It’s silly to keep waiting. Why not live life now? Because that’s what we do, wait. How else could television and youtube be so popular? If we all were aware of our mortality and the constant marching of time, we wouldn’t waste it away like this. That’s the rant for the day.
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This rant is the reason I don’t have a TV. I’m always worried about wasting my life.