You're Boring And You Own Too Much

I remember clearly in back in elementary school in Mrs. Effersandies gym class having many day dreams about my life as an adult. I would live in an apartment with well appointed furnishings, own a bulldog and have lots of things I liked. There was no partner in the equation. By age 12 I'd pretty much settled it in my head that my lifestyle was going to be awfully gay. Not that single-dom is really a necessarily gay lifestyle at all. But it is a rather good primer or prelude, don't you think?

Now I don't have those aspirations, I don't think. Well the rod sucking remains but the owning tons of shit and living around that as a central aspiration? Hmmm, not so much. Maybe it's double-speak aesthetic hipster-ism like Adbusters? But I feel like I've OD'ed. I'd rather go camping than own more junk. Write a cute song or plant a garden.

Could just be finding a new muse and tapping into new creative energy. Got a bad case of bloggers block.