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birdmad
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apparently sunday night was "let's see how many ridiculously negative personalities and ethnic stereotypes we can encounter in two hours time" night.
I've found myself becoming rather arrogant and intolerant of late, but i don't feel any particular angst about that in this particular instance.
i spent most of the afternoon and early evening feeling embarrassed for a number of neighbors who did not have the wherewithal to be embarrassed for and by themselves.
the unhygienic alcoholic who spends the day panhandling to keep himself in tall cans of malt liquor and can gag a maggot at fifty paces, outdoors and against the wind with the godawful stench of his feet
my buddy whom i'll designate as "E" who seems even more unprepared to face middle-age at 49 than i am at 36...complains that the stray cat he has been hesitantly adopting eats better than he does but fails to take into account how much his vodka expenditures could be re-directed towards food
the substance abuse counselor in the other corner unit who smokes copious amounts of crack in his off time, thus bludgeoning irony to death and beyond.
Pete whose command of english suddenly evaporates into befuddle variations of "no hablo, no entiendo" when the manager is around
the perpetually tweaking, and occasional girlfriend-beating douche who is so constantly and deeply gacked-out that he moves about like a bobblehead having an epileptic seizure and the occasionally beaten co-dependent girlfriend who has surrendered the entirety of her self-esteem and agency as a person to this jittery dipshit and who has been withering away to something less than 85 lbs
the fortysomething woman who, in addition to wasting copious amounts of words to say abso-goddamn-lutely nothing, managed to embody every stereotypically ugly aspect of the word "ghetto"
by comparison, my friend the Jesus Lady, who i think has been neglecting her meds again lately, seemed like a pillar of normalcy and sanity...which is saying something considering how unsettling she can be when off her meds. (Mental illness + Religious fervor occasionally equals "Eep!")
and i, the hypocritical asinine lowlife bastard sitting here in my little corner observing and commenting on it all for my own perverse catharsis and amusement.
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sameolme
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Staring down the barrels of others abyss
is a lark compared to facing the dark night of our own souls.
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grendel
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i did quite a bit of that and rather publicly here for many years, spilling my entrails to the audience like some bizarre augury-by-committee.
i refrain from dispensing advice to the people i analyzed in this blathe because, from experience, i recognize just how worthless and out-of-context such an act would be, regardless of whatever traces of common ground i might share with some or even all of them, their experiences are primarily their own, and to suggest to them that my approach to life is in any way any better than theirs would render me an even bigger asshole than i was in the first place...because i know when i was at my lowest points, all i ever got from a lot of people was a lot of platitudes and enough phony sunshine blown up my ass that i'm surprised i don't have colon cancer
(i harbor no illusions about my own perceived or real negatives, i just don't have that much angst or concern about them either, i will say that i feel "liberated" from that whole period of self-examination that had degenerated into a ridiculous downward spiral of despair, but i won't lay any claim to having "grown")
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minnesota_chris
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we are all inside our plastic boxes, waiting to be born
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oren
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my_box is made from recycled box_wine boxes.
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do you call that a period?
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birdmad
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OK, it was more like an epoch, so fucking sue me
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