u2october's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Imagine a Feral Latté Sometimes, I wish I could be feral. Living on the outskirts of society, not having to deal with society and its constructs. Money is such a made up concept that ruins how we could be living if it didn't exist. Over the years, I have collected songs that I've decided I want to be played at my funeral. One of them is "Imagine" by John Lennon. Very cliched indeed, but it checks a lot of boxes for me: reverse proselytizing, socialism, peace. Mostly, I know it will piss off so many religious folks who will be in attendance, and I don't care how petty that is, they've made me sit through so many altar calls at funerals that it'll be nice to get one back. Plus, the folx I actually care about will appreciate it, and that's what really matters to me. I'm starting to feel like I don't do shit on the weekends except watch the boys while Jess stays over at Dan's, or drive to either Dan's or my in-laws. I actually applied for a weekend gig at Starbucks bc at least I'll have something to show for wasting a weekend. Maybe I'll just go feral. 22:45 - 03.06.22 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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