checked out.

moni put it best that way and I find the phrase repeating in my head, again and again. I regurgitate it as an explanation for my detached behavior. I am over it. 22 years in a blood red state, in a city of ‘liberals’, on the east gentrified side, attending an institution reserved for generational horn hookers. It can get overwhelming. It’s interesting how I have experienced this before. Before it was leaving something else, some other area. Now it’s a larger area and it’s for the better. I no longer wish to invest. I have seen it all here, the hypocrisy of the trendy hippie eccentrics. The political atmosphere is a blanket of the right. The left is trying, but with the problem of infiltrators who hinder more than they help. The ‘scene’ of hipstars following the musical fads are just wanna be wash outs, extravagant in their demeanor and asshole attitude. I doubt they ever read a book on the philosophers they try to preach. The frat boys utilize all their closeted homo eroticism energy into football fever. The girls are desperately seeking husbands to be unfaithful but buy them a fat diamond ring. This environment secludes the dissenters of these character types. I find myself fighting constantly. Sure, it may be the same anywhere but I have hope in finding my niche. If the world was a cake, I’d eat it too. Although it may be a couple of more years before the actual departure takes place, the choice has been made. I’m checked out.