don't fuck with me, man.
11:47 p.m. on 2010-09-23
i don't even know how to write about my life anymore. actually, it is possible that i never did know how to write about my life, especially not in concrete terms. i know how to write critically, i know how to argue a point so thoroughly and factually that it is nearly impossible to disagree, but don't know how to explain the madness that has accrued in my short yet eventful life. this isn't one of those moments, just something i've been thinking about. we watched "battle in seattle" in my globalization and resistance class today and it left me feeling shell-shocked for the entire rest of the day. all i could think was "how can we live in a world where the government will do that to its people and then act as though they've done nothing wrong?" and "that will be me protesting like that one day, possibly very soon, surrounded by my friends. that will be me on the ground with tear-gas filled eyes being kicked by fuckhead cops just to prove a point that means absolutely everything to me", something i'm pretty sure i've known since i was old enough to know what it was like to feel very angry about something you have no individual control over. and then i got in another fight with the girl because she doesn't give a shit about these things that mean everything to me. wash, rinse, repeat. tomorrow will be the same thing. sometimes i feel like a landmine just waiting to be stepped on.
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