Sunday
Don’t have much to say. Have something small I’ll write about later, but don’t have the energy right now.
I’ve been depressed the past three days. Not totally, but somewhat. Lonely, don’t like the unending loneliness of being “unchosen”, as a poet DJ at the station put it (about himself, not me).
I found that choice of word really…perfect. We talked about how people tell us rejection and such isn’t personal, when it really is. We’re unchosen. That’s an active word. Also, how people say, “stop looking and you’ll find someone” and how we don’t know how we’re supposed to turn off our desire and longing. I guess most people, even if they’re being pouty, assume it’ll only be a matter of time ’till they find someone new. I don’t have that in my brain at all. The more time that passes, the more despondent and pessimistic I get. How long am I supposed to wait, exactly?
I’m doing a phone interview w/ Crispin Glover tomorrow. I should prepare, and I will, but I just don’t care about much right now. I had a crush on him when I was 13 or so. When people hear I’m interviewing him they say, “Oh, god - I’d be scared.”
Okay, I am excited.
Later in the month, I’ll be doing a phoner w/ Weird Al.
I should be doing stuff today, but feel too blah. I just wanna veg and read. Which, considering the hella busy week I’m going to have starting tomorrow, isn’t necessarily a bad plan.
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