Rainbow Child

I need, I want, I lust… I can’t have. Cause it’s always like this, isn’t it? No, I’m not bitter, I’m just… whatever. In fact, I hate myself that I’m so zen about this. Why aren’t I angry? Why don’t I stamp my feet and demand to have it now? Where did this patience come from?

Instead I’m just waiting. And waiting. The funny part is that once again it’s all in my head. Yes sir, all in my head. I’m making up stories, I’m pretending that this is real, that it’s going to happen, that it’s going to be great. And then, of course, I’m angry at myself for daydreaming like that and I put a stop to it. And then I do it all over again.

It’s like there’s two MEs. A childish one that wants it now, that daydreams, that hopes… And another one, a more mature one, that says “Stop it! Don’t get overexcited about this cause in the end most probably you’ll end up in tears, just like always.” The fucking voice of reason…

Now it’s a continuous fight between the two MEs. I don’t know which side to take, but knowing myself, I’m pretty sure that the first ME will kick the second ME’s ass. It has the butterflies on his side.

I can believe things that are true and I can believe things that aren’t true and I can believe things where nobody knows if they’re true or not. I can believe in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny and Marilyn Monroe and the Beatles and Elvis and Mister Ed. Listen – I believe that people are perfectible, that knowledge is infinite, that the world is run by secret banking cartels and is visited by aliens on a regular basis, nice ones that look like wrinkledy lemurs and bad ones who mutilate cattle and want our water and our women. I believe that the future sucks and I believe that the future rocks and I believe that one day White Buffalo Woman is going to come back and kick everyone’s ass. I believe that all men are just overgrown boys with deep problems communicating and that the decline in good sex in America is coincident with the decline in drive-in movie theaters from state to state. I believe that all politicians are unprincipled crooks and I still believe that they are better than the alternative. I believe that California is going to sink into the sea when the big one comes, while Florida is going to dissolve into madness and alligators and toxic waste. I believe that antibacterial soap is destroying our resistance to dirt and disease so that one day we’ll all be wiped out by the common cold like the Martians in War of the Worlds…I believe that the greatest poets of the last century were Edith Sitwell and Don Marquis, that jade is dried dragon sperm, and that thousands of years ago in a former life I was a one-armed Siberian shaman. I believe that mankind’s destiny lies in the stars. I believe that candy really did taste better when I was a kid, that it’s aerodynamically impossible for a bumblebee to fly, that light is a wave and a particle, that there’s a cat in a box somewhere who’s alive and dead at the same time (although if they don’t ever open the box to feed it it’ll eventually just be two different kinds of dead), and that there are stars in the universe billions of years older than the universe itself. I believe in a personal god who cares about me and worries and oversees everything I do. I believe in an impersonal god who set the universe in motion and went off to hang with her girlfriends and doesn’t even know that I’m alive. I believe in an empty and godless universe of causal chaos, background noise, and sheer blind luck. I believe that anyone who says that sex is overrated just hasn’t done it properly. I believe that anyone who claims to know what’s going on will lie about the little things too. I believe in absolute honesty and sensible social lies. I believe in a woman’s right to choose, a baby’s right to live, that while all human life is sacred there’s nothing wrong with the death penalty if you can trust the legal system implicitly, and that no one but a moron would ever trust the legal system. I believe that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life is what happens when you’re alive and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it.

Neil Gaiman – American Gods

Gotta love this book! Thanks, Alex!