sometimes
i really want to write a manifesto… re: law school and the economy and futures and tradable goods and the government’s role. most days, i’m lucky if i get to the gym, read my email and respond, scan my ‘reader,’ feed my cats, and not punch someone. ah whatevs, that’s an ambitious day… but this is the thing about manifestos - you have to have a point… you have to make an argument. you can’t just argue for change either… you have to have a plan. the communist manifesto — has a plan as well as an argument as to why you should join ….
i don’t know if i should be upset that i don’t have the imagination to come up with a plan, a revolution, and reasons why you should join me; OR if i’m just upset because i’m so tired that even if i were capable of these things i choose to sleep. (and really, i sleep less than pretty much everyone i know.)
i think this is why people write fiction… if it fails, it’s just another story, sometimes good enough to be made into a chick flick, but most likely, it’s just another rejection. but, (and really do you think i’d just go desperately into the night without bitching and moaning? i’m upper middle class… the world owes me [duh]) you want me to tell your story, i think your story is great, and more importantly i can turn it into fiction …. but then it’s not authentic, and my fucking god will someone just pay me. fine, i’ll sue people for you, but stop fucking up. i won’t have to waste time on this shit if you would just call me in the first place.
and frankly, i’m not in a bad mood.
