Talking with Dr. Chong

I will confess that I am an urbanite wannabe presently exiled in the suburbs...

But the more I explore larger cities the more I become aware of the prevalent attitude that suburban dwellers are regarded as real philistines with out any sophistication. And to a degree that's true but despite selfish attitudes in the burbs art, diversity and culture still exists. It's a little more hidden but no less pertinent than that which exists more fabulously in metropolitans around the world. Even without being within walking distance to faux-50's diners, minimalist post-modern cafés, independent art galleries, leather bars and chic-chic home interior stores.

My point being is that it's not where you live but what you make of it. Even stinky old Hamilton has a lot to offer me presently. Sure I could do a lot better in a bigger city but I'd best finish my work here then graduate.

Literally and figuratively.

Proselytizing Victorian Shit Face Motherfucker with a Small Dick and an Axe to Grind

I try my best to be humble, I really do. It's one of the best policies I've ever used to learn. But at the same time there are always people telling me I'm hot Shit. I mean I won't lie, I get compliments all the time be it for how "well adjusted" I seem in person, playing viola, looks or what I write in class for my teachers. Am I just supposed to ignore praise? There's nothing more disgusting than a raving egomaniac.. have I become my worst nightmare?! Maybe I purposefully alienate myself with language and references just to give myself a sense of worth? Actually, I know that's true and I'm sure everyone does it.

I don't need or want to be liked by everyone, but I really do try not to be actively repulsive.