L.I.V.I.N

You are a 20 something, laid back, relaxed, numbed by the day time reality television, having coffee thrice a day, a pack of cigarettes for every 3 days, a visit to the corner video store to rent the action thriller classic the dialogues of which you know by heart by now. Next Friday is how far your planning goes. The news that interests you most than the thousands dying in a war not too far from your home, is when the lead singer of your favorite band will start running out of bucks to pay for his personal get fuel, and starts pulling up a washed ups album cover. And then there is the news about when your favorite TV show’s next season is going to start, Oh I bet you can’t wait to see the first promos. And then there is news about the dispute over the dead body of a former stripper/model/reality TV star/play-boy bunny which you can’t escape, apparently every one seems to be talking about it. Your mood swings are triggered by the results of a soccer match between an English soccer club for which you would live and die for. All the so called knowledge that you’ve been piling on all your life seems worthless because you can’t install an ipod-holder to go along with your car stereo. It feels good doesn’t it? When your bills are paid directly from your bank account, and when the constant measly amount that is just enough to keep you living this life gets deposited into your account at the end of every month, no matter how many traffic tickets / DUIs you get you can stay assured that it will cover for ‘em. It’s not going to be long before you are 30 something, laid back, relaxed, and still numbing yourself to day time television, mundane daily chores, and coffee thrice a day, a pack of cigarettes for every 3 days voila! Your life is indeed B.E.A.U.T.I.F.U.L.

Hey, wait a second do I even know you? I donno, I’d rather get back to my couch and tune in to that cartoon show with a fat kid who makes me laugh and feel alive than any conversation I had in years.