Get me out of this town. Not the cliche 'get me to a big city', that's even worse. Most people in this place don't realize that is possible to live without money, nice houses, businesses and credit reports, standards, expectations, and divorces. There can be a place where it doesn't matter who you voted for, where you buy your clothes, or what wine you drink.
At the art thing I went to in Talequah a few weeks ago, I was with a bunch of kids from towns I've never even heard of, and they'd never heard of the BOK Center. One of the girls asked me if I was popular at my school, and I said no, in fact I consider myslef an outcast. She said "How are you not popular at school? You're like, really popular here." My best friend there, we'll call her K, used to go to my school so we hit it off right away. We joined a small group of other outgoing vulgar stoners and before we knew it there was practically a waiting list to sit with us at meals. The other kids there wore clothes that weren't from a mall, not even Kohls, and yet nobody cared. At Owasso, God forbid you wear something that isn't from the right place! Even with this whole white vneck and vintage trend it still has to be the right fit, the right style. I walk down the halls and when I see someone the first thing I can think of about them is negative, except for friends of mine or people I just adore. 'You can see her fat rolls', 'Her hair's fried', 'I heard she's a lesbian'. I don't mean to do that but that's what I've been trained to do. Or maybe I'm just that fucking shallow. Kids in smaller towns aren't as critical, because they don't know that they know that life's too short and you need to appreciate the people who come into your life, because they're there for a reason. Now that I just realized this, I'm going to begin applying it to my life.
So anyway,
When I was at camp we did this this thing called survival day. We(the other interns and I) packed all of our stuff onto canoes and spent 30 hours across the lake, living on the land. We cleared a camping spot and made our meals over fires. It was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do in my life, but it changed me. The most trying day of my life, is life for more than half the people on this planet. When I came home, it almost sickened me that I lived where I do.
I'd love to do what Christopher McCandless did. After he graduated from college, he left his rich Georgia family, gave his life savings, and literally burnt his college money, and walked to Alaska. He lived off of the land and Thoreau quotes, and did odd jobs to pay his way out there. After a year or two of traveling he finally got to the Alaskan wilderness and lived in an abandoned bus, but only lived about half a year before he starved to death. He completely abandoned society. He left his car in the middle of the desert, burned his SS card, driver's license, lived off the grid.
I could never be be as fucking radical as he was, but I wouldn't mind being that lady he stayed with(played by the wonderful Catherine Keener). She and her husband lived in an RV and drove around the southwest, stopping at bohemian campgrounds and selling records, calling everything by its right name.
I'd love to do what Christopher McCandless did. After he graduated from college, he left his rich Georgia family, gave his life savings, and literally burnt his college money, and walked to Alaska. He lived off of the land and Thoreau quotes, and did odd jobs to pay his way out there. After a year or two of traveling he finally got to the Alaskan wilderness and lived in an abandoned bus, but only lived about half a year before he starved to death. He completely abandoned society. He left his car in the middle of the desert, burned his SS card, driver's license, lived off the grid.
I could never be be as fucking radical as he was, but I wouldn't mind being that lady he stayed with(played by the wonderful Catherine Keener). She and her husband lived in an RV and drove around the southwest, stopping at bohemian campgrounds and selling records, calling everything by its right name.
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