I can't think of anything worse than living a mediocre life, spewing out mediocre children, getting old and dying. Being remembered by my children, their children and maybe their children's children. But after that? Do you know the name of your grandfather's grandfather? **** that. I'd rather my name was remembered for contributing something new and novel rather than the norm.
Narcissistic I know but I can't help the way I feel.
Counter point: Chapter - Killing Child At Zoo.I remember when he needed acid to fit that rat in.
*shudder*
<oh, redacted because it's not great and happy reading to be honest>
I feel empty, hardly here at all, but even the arrival of the police seems an insufficient reason to move and I stand with the crowd outside the penguin habitat, with dozens of others, taking a long time to slowly blend in and then back away, until finally I’m walking down Fifth Avenue, surprised by how little blood has stained my jacket, and I stop in a bookstore and buy a book and then at a Dove Bar stand on the corner of Fifty-sixth Street, where I buy a Dove Bar—a coconut one—and I imagine a hole, widening in the sun, and for some reason this breaks the tension I started feeling when I first noticed the snowy owl’s eyes and then when it recurred after the boy was dragged out of the penguin habitat and I walked away, my hands soaked with blood, uncaught.
When I was at college I truly did not fit in. I was not accepted by the popular sporty types, even though I was sporty myself as I had some other interests and generally preferred to keep my own company. I wasn't a loud mouth jock basically.Oh look, umpteen posters, all claiming they don't want to/can't/won't fit in. Effectively making them all the same.
You bloody sheep!![]()
Wanting to fit in is an effeminate trait in my opinion.
I dislike people, in fact I'd go as far to say as I despise most people in general. I do want to be liked by those I love/care for or have an emotional attachement to though.
Most people, however, just make me angry. Bizarrely I can mask all that when I need to and when socialising through normal day to day activities can appear quite the joyous, pleasant soul. An example being my works do last night. Most people seemed genuinely disappointed when I said I was leaving. So I obviously don't come across as being obnoxious publicly. Which is strange, for had they all simultaneously been choking on their food I'd have sat back merrily and watched.
Did he say something similar then? I know I probably won’t achieve what I want to. But I’ve gotta give it a goIs that you Steve Jobs?
I'm a middle aged man.... couldn't care less anymore. In my twenties, yes.