There are moments when I look at the rest of you people here and wonder how you can stand living on rice cakes and 2%. Screw this constant struggle to control everything that makes me interesting, even to myself. Keep your lack of ambition and brown/gray "yes ma'am"s. Screw your dark blue polo shirts and weak cologne and parking spaces and considering each other's feelings in forum posts.
We are hot, loud, disgusting, brilliantly colored, obnoxious. The air crackles with neon buzz around us. You can't hide in the corner from it. You can pretend to sit yourself on a satin pillow and be milquetoast until your head rots off, but you can't succeed. That's not what we are.
I can not, will not, ever live my life without passion. Talking is useless. Get up and do something.
And yes, this is the right thread for this. I'm grateful to realize that we are more than this. So fucking electrically grateful. The world is burning down around you and you're praying to a little tin statue of yourself. DO SOMETHING.
