Back when I knew girls who baked banana bread

I suppose it's not unexpected to walk into a coffee shop and come upon a young male playing a Weezer song on an acoustic guitar. And to look at the audience and see a lot of unexamined facial piercing. But so after getting the coffee and thinking about it for a second, I began to feel like a prick for thinking the issue was with the crowd and not the person (this one here doing the writing) assigning blame for populating a space with the stock figures one may expect to find there. Maybe it's a shared responsibility, but I do know it's a sensation I haven't really succumbed to as much as I used to. I lot of shit people did used to make me viscerally angry, and a large subset of those things had to do with what may be called a sense of decorum animated with a conception of what was cool. Overt expressions of exuberance were not a good thing, is one example. Likewise trying really hard to accomplish something and being earnest about it in conversation without also mixing in little self-effacing diminishment of whatever the intended accomplishment is. There's been a lot of ink expended of late (like, say, the last decade) about the self-bounded universe of art and popular culture that takes "ironic cool" as its aesthetic-marketing touchstone. I think I still live in that universe a few days a month (like today with the coffee incident) but mostly it's been a relief to find myself having to devote energy and mindspace to more pressing (and potentially more banal) shit.

What is this about? It started with banana bread, which I genuinely missed. After that I dont know what happened. It's 2 oclock in the morning. i have that excuse. day three of nicotine cessation evidences a rather dramatic turn toward the darker recesses of my personality, but only on the inside. Walking away from people is better than saying whatever it is you want to say, sometimes.