Feeds:That evening
"This problem is that he's French." -Sevda Numanbayraktaroglu, 05/25/2004
I'm so happy about the return of the Nothing Nice to Say archive, I just read the whole thing.
I'm trying to decide what to do tonight. I'd vaguely like to go to Doug-Aid, but I can't say why. That's not true, I know many of the factors: The flyer is cool-looking, the story is awesome, and I was personally invited. Also, I know that many cool people will be there, since it's kind of a post-post-Scav-party party, but I don't have four dollars. Would I go if I did? Maybe. No, yes. There's something else that compells me to go, but I'm afraid of it. I have the same feeling that motivates me to do so many things I'd not otherwise do (and sometimes regret doing later) in the music scene, the drive to show support. But why? Why am I driven by this? Is it because I'm afraid of being a hypocrite?
What a stupid reason. Of course I'm a hypocrite. Anyone who has done and said stupid things and continues to do and say stupid things will be a hypocrite. "Errare humanum est," and so is hypocrisy. To claim otherwise would be unneccessarily hypocritical.
But that doesn't mean my own hypocrisy doesn't bother me sometimes. I've often said that hypocrisy is innapropriate in important matters, leadership figures, and the like. Lately, I've been feeling like a hypocrite on an important issue. I've been praying about it, but the only answer I seem to get is, "Trust. Wait. See what happens, play it as it comes." This is frustrating. I'm sure it builds character or something, but it's frustrating.
Apparantly, those bottles are not only child-proof, but French-proof as well.
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