God. I am so irresolute.
I’ve been reading some of my old journal entries lately. It makes for a mortifying enterprise that (for the most part) makes me suck air through clenched teeth. The rest of the time I’m just embarrassed and find myself fighting the urge to smother myself with a pillow. Seriously, I wouldn’t wish this drivel on anyone. So far the flavor seems to be evenly distributed between slutty deviance and angry political writing.
…. although I am fascinated by how much I hated the presidency of George W. Bush. (and the degree of vitriol I had for his jingoistic administration) Which feels really strange to me… since I now view him more like a doddering (and to a degree) kindly old uncle who dispenses sweets at funerals.
What public relations voodoo have you done on my mind? And perhaps more importantly, where can I get some?
Skipping ahead I get excited about Obama… which slowly over time gets eroded and becomes frustration and even… anger maybe? Although let me not get into how much I dislike the current incumbent (or we could be here for a while)
I am, apparently, difficult to please. Although this might actually explain my libertarian pathology… in so far as I was clearly quite a lefty growing up. And now… well… I’m not entirely sure anymore if I even believe in these labels we use to pigeonhole ourselves to definitively.
I guess when you’re constantly disappointed you start looking for alternatives…