Simple Simplicity
Anyway, I was reading my old blogger, and I think I rediscovered myself. It's like how people rediscover fashion: bell bottoms, eighties jewelry, platforms, big fat pants, etc. Or how people SHOULD rediscover the sales racks at Old Navy, it's so fetch! Yes, that's right, I will be trying to bring my old self back. A time machine would be very handy in this case, but drats, I lost it during my trip to the future.
If you have time, you should read some of my older entries. I think I was hilarious back then. I admire my boldness, my silliness, and most of all my simple mind. It was definitely a time when things were simpler, which is ironic because I'm pretty sure my actual life was anything but. If you were friends with me then, I was most likely: bowing down to my AP classes, obsessively studying for the SATs, attending SAT classes, and taking lots of college shit from my parents. Somehow I was able to separate myself from the mundane on my blog. Then I realized that simplicity is something I've wanted all my life, that's who I am. I've been trying all these things that don't fit at all. I can't write deep, I never understood AND hate poems, it's probably why I have a natural aversion to anything Bjork related. Now you might ask, how did Bjork get dragged into this, well it may have something to do with the fact that she has never uttered anything that's ever made any sense to me. Excuse me if I don't understand the symbolism of robot sex or a dead swan costume at the oscars. Do Bjork fans really understand her or do they just like the fact that she's weird. It's not that I don't respect her as an artist, it's just I tend to have more respect for those who can make sense of the complicated rather than those who just try to complicate sense. You get my drift? It's a whole other topic anyway. Continued with this list, I never liked or knew how to layer my clothes. I don't accessorize, I can't match jewelry, it seems very stressful.
I was on the subway today and realized that I had a piece of jewelry on every limb of my body. My bracelets didn't match, I just threw them on because I wanted to accessorize more. What am I doing? Gotta keep it simple from now on.
Right then, I also had a horrifying epiphany. What if people didn't "grow" mentally. I mean we all expect to mature intuitively on every birthday, but what if we're not doing that, what if we're just cycling, like fashion? Imagine that. This year I think I'll bring back the 2002 Michelle, or the 1999 Michelle is hot in 2007. What most likely happens, and here's my theory, is that we somewhat recycle our old phases, but with new twists. So while I can try to be a simpler me, I won't ever be able to go back that EXACT version. I've experienced far too many new things to regress backwards. Again it's like fashion. Flares today are not the same as bell bottoms from the 70s...or was it the 60s...
Call it immaturity, call it retardation, call it denial. But I love my one track mind. My heroes are and will always be: Homer Simpson and Lao Tze. As far as I'm concerned, artists and writers who think they're "deep" becaused they have managed to throw random words together will always be linguistically challenged.