Rendezvous
06 June 06 : 03.59 AM
It's one of those nights where we speak for 3 hours, and still have more to say, but someone wants to hang up before we finally don't. Usually, our conversation starts almost awkward; he seems almost shy to talk to me, with all the erms and all the stutters.
There was talk about some mutual friends, where I say (in a gist), "Those useless fucks, they should do their parents a favor and kill themselves the most painful way possible." And he's like, "Nah, they're not that bad. They'll wake up." There was also talk about exes, about school (he misses it for some reason), about childhood.
Anyways, I've been listening to Soul music a lot lately. No more emo-I'm-so-blue-&-lyrical-so-I-need-songs-with-profound-words, at least, not now (it's so distracting and cliché). I used to hate Otis Redding as a child, but now oh how I lovelovelove Etta James' and Ray Charles' voices, both daring and benevolent at the same time. Of course, Oberst will always be my one true love, because I'll always be a product of the generation where pain is making love to blue television screens and freedom-fighting is romantic, not afflicting. Sometimes, it's good not to be weighed down.
I read the Unbearable Lightness of Being again today. Somehow, reading it online and having an entire chapter in a scroll makes it seem a lot shorter. I love this book; although b. brought me a lot of shitty feelings, he brought me this book so maybe it was worth it. I was trying to tell Sern the storyline the other night, walking back to Cineleisure for our midnight movie, but I'm not doing it any kind of justice.
I think Marshall Mathers might just be the wisest person my alternate universe today.