PART 30

I’m back on this thing. I stopped writing for a while because that seems like a general theme in my life. I don’t necessarily procrastinate. It’s more… I assume nothing will ever get finished or occur… at all. Ever. I remember thinking I would never kiss a girl or drive a car or get a job or make anything with my hands that I would love for what it is. But I yawn and monumental seconds pass and I’m taken aback by it all. It accomplishes itself. I have no say over the matter.

My dream last night started in a giant movie theater. Thousands of people were sitting warmly next to one another with thick blankets covering their legs. I sat by a couple and the girl would loudly whisper “WATCH THIS!” and point towards the screen. Eventually, I realized that the blankets were there to hid a multitude of sexual acts and that there was nothing playing from the projector. Just a strong white light illuminating a crowd of perverts pretending to see a masterpiece of cinema. I became frustrated and tried to leave. It took a while because I would turn to the screen with this lingering feeling that I would miss the best part of the movie.

Maybe I’m just up tight when it comes to all of that. Maybe because I’m an American, or a Southerner, or raised in a conservative Christian background. Let them have their blankets! Feast upon one another while draped in your denial of classic film. In fact, let me lend my support with a suggestion! A Snuggie perhaps? Blankets seem so cowboy(ish). Move onward and upward with the obstruction free and limitless universe that is known as The Snuggie. Happy, ya pervs?

This blog is stupid.