Dance Pants

I can’t get enough. The music. The jamz. The WU! Dance Party 2002. OK! Here’s a life les­son (#4): LIFE IS CYCLICAL. You find your­self. In your new shoes. Your new per­sona. You feel legit. You always do. AND you love it. So, your in it (How much does Gar­den State suck? … it’s the Suf­jan of movies, you like it, but it cheap­ens your exis­tence)… Tonight, we were vis­it­ing, then the past comes back. Life is put into a new per­spec­tive. I can’t help but put myself into the low­est com­mon denom­i­na­tor. FIRST, I hate to think I am bet­ter than any­one else. I mean, I do it, think it, but I am eter­nally bummed out about it. How could I know more than any­one? I for­get my sister’s birth­day, I mess up, lose friends, say the WRONG thing… I am a con­stant foot in the mouth. It’s a bummer.

I have always wanted an eter­nal per­spec­tive. The eter­nal tran­scen­dence. No mat­ter what. Punk Rock. Con­ser­v­a­tive Chris­t­ian. It’s the “eter­nal” per­spec­tive. Whether it be heaven, or the cos­mos. I want to be like Bucky. I don’t want to fight for reli­gion, or pol­i­tics, just eternity.