I was not supposed to stop writing. I have been incredibly remiss. Non-linear thought has become something of an obsession of mine.

Dream

AB and I went to a field ([a] parking lot reminiscent of Alpine Village in Torrance, except with vestiges of snow) to watch people play football without helmets. It was [somewhat] scrambled in my mind: [the] Pizza Hut Black Sox vs. Dominick’s Diamondbacks. Strange details. We were waiting for L at our apartment. (Why? God knows.) There was a line for pizza outside our apartment (which, in the dream reality was not [in] an apartment [complex], but [actually] a… dorm….) Angie showed up. G and I were shocked to see a lineman pimp slap the center before the snap. Maybe we were more shocked that a fight did not break out.

Real live rarely gets this interesting or as deliciously confusing.

Racists

[Some]thing bothering me lately: is it just my bad luck to find myself among the most racist people I’ve ever met? It stands to horrible reason that they are Asian… and I find myself having to repress myself forecfully from making wide-sweeping generalizations about entire cultures.

Like I said, perhaps I am merely unlucky. Still, this is [dynamic] issue.

In any case, what disturbs me is how I look at racists as subhuman. I mean, isn’t that the entire problem with racism? Singling out people as subhuman because of superficial characteristics? Well, maybe, though, racism isn’t superficial, nor is it an unchangeable trait like genetics. There are days that I think all racists should be summarily executed just on principle.

[At the least,] I think I will raise a stink on the next occurrence. But then again, perhaps I’m taking it too seriously. Ah well. Fuck ‘em.

[Proposed] solution for previously discussed conundrum: I will bring it up to a third party before raising shit.

[Dynamic] vs. Static Issues

…things you can do something about versus… things you can’t….

#The Illusion of Money

Conversations with G (particularly when alcohol is involved) often reverberate in my mind for the next day. I started out on my schpiel about the illusion of money. Value is subjective. I don’t give that much of a fuck about what someone else thinks, but I am trying not to be hostile. Turn the other cheek, and all that. Life’s too short for arguing over abstractions is what I say.