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human-voices:

“Human beings often attach ourselves to the wrong things because we’re subject of so many whims and desires that we don’t always know what to want. A fear you’re getting older and you can actually see the end of the tunnel now might lead someone to step outside their marriage, or act rationally in a way they wouldn’t, because suddenly their motivations have changed, the narrative has changed for them. So you need to be careful what stories you tell yourself.”

— Nic Pizzolatto, discussing True Detective on To The Best Of Our Knowledge

So you need to be careful what stories you tell yourself. This is the spookiest thing.

altlitgossip:

this poem by Moon Temple is included in The YOLO Pages, which has just entered its second printingget your copy here

You Are Boring

5. July 2014

"Everything was going great until you showed up. You see me across the crowded room, make your way over, and start talking at me. And you don’t stop.

You are a Democrat, an outspoken atheist, and a foodie. You like to say “Science!” in a weird, self-congratulatory way. You wear jeans during the day, and fancy jeans at night. You listen to music featuring wispy lady vocals and electronic bloop-bloops.

You really like coffee, except for Starbucks, which is the worst. No wait—Coke is the worst! Unless it’s Mexican Coke, in which case it’s the best.

Pixar. Kitty cats. Uniqlo. Bourbon. Steel-cut oats. Comic books. Obama. Fancy burgers.

You listen to the same five podcasts and read the same seven blogs as all your pals. You stay up late on Twitter making hashtagged jokes about the event that everyone has decided will be the event about which everyone jokes today. You love to send withering @ messages to people like Rush Limbaugh—of course, those notes are not meant for their ostensible recipients, but for your friends, who will chuckle and retweet your savage wit.

You are boring. So, so boring.

Don’t take it too hard. We’re all boring. At best, we’re recovering bores. Each day offers a hundred ways for us to bore the crap out of the folks with whom we live, work, and drink. And on the Internet, you’re able to bore thousands of people at once

I call it Amtrak Smoking Car Syndrome (because I am old, used to smoke, thought that trains were the best way to get around the country, and don’t really understand what a syndrome is). I’d be down in the smoking car, listening to two people have a conversation that went like this:

Stranger #1: Thing about my life.
Stranger #2: Thing about my life that is somewhat related to what you just said.
Stranger #1: Thing about my life that is somewhat related to what you just said.
Stranger #2: Thing about my life…

Next stop: Boringsville, Population: 2. There’s no better way to be seen as a blowhard than to constantly blow, hard.”

Read the rest at The Magazine.

sassyandpunk:

have you ever met someone who likes the same stuff as you but they’re not obsessed enough

(via ledbedlam)