The Worst Hope Of My Generation

i think that last entry kind of makes me sound like a self-important asshole, and i hate anything that makes me sound like a self-important asshole (whether or not it’s an accurate portrayal is unimportant), so let me expand on that a little bit

i find it troubling whenever people in my age group indulge too heavily in nostalgia. i’m not saying that any fond remembrance of the past is completely out of the question, but when i hear anyone complain that things aren’t as good as they once were it irks me, even moreso when the person complaining isn’t old enough to rent a fucking car. and whenever i hear anyone succumbing to the extremely damaging and unhealthy “things aint’ as good as they once was” mindset, i take it upon myself to argue with them, or in some cases, simply heap scorn upon them with no real goal.

derek was the person to most recently incite my wrath, but he also confessed to being a nazi just this past week, so fuck him, anyway.

i sometimes feel that i am on a one-man crusade to stop the people around me from becoming pre-maturely old and bitter

so, i have to say, this tumblr hasn’t really lived up to the purpose i ascribed to it on day 1, has it?

i can explain this pretty easily. when i first faced down this last month, knowing sarah would be gone for most of it, i pictured a month spent mostly in solitude, drifting around a bit, settling in at the apartment for a bit of alone time. that’s not what i got. instead, i hung out with my friends a lot, and actually made quite a few new ones (during the time i thought i would be most alone). so, this blog, which i originally intended to catch all my thoughts for the month sarah was away, ended up unused, because a lot of those thoughts got spilled to my friends, old and new.

if there’s one thing i know about life, it’s that nothing ever works out the way you expected. if you’re lucky, it’s for the better. i think this has been one of those times.