|Aqualung my friend, don't you be so fucking emo
||[Jun. 13th, 2005|11:06 pm]
The American Caliban
Movie Guy D and Crazy Counselor C have a few things in common. They're both around 40. They both spend way too much time at the coffee house with their very old laptops. They're both floridly neurotic. They both have a lot of trouble with social interactions. And they both at least very slightly know every attractive woman between the ages of 16 and 50 that shows up there. When the target shows up, one or both of them will greet her effusively, and then later leave his seat to go converse, sometimes lingering until she leaves. We joke sometimes about their crawlspaces full of dead indie girls, but they're harmless. |
They're both pretty smart guys, and D for one can tell a good story, and has done interesting things over the years. C doesn't talk to me, but others say he's a nice enough guy. D drives me nuts with his mannerisms but he's a nice guy too.
The other thing they have in common is that they're a lot like me. We're all three socially adrift, out of our element, alienated from the people around us, and lonely. We all have attachment issues and social anxiety that have kept us from getting close to others. We're all smart, and neurotic, and we squick the girls.
My laptop is a lot newer.
And we're all too old for this shit. You know, a fish can flop around in the bottom of a boat for a hell of a long time before it finally goes limp. Hard to watch, ain't it?