Where’s The Misanthropy?

You may have noticed that I haven’t written much lately, and what I do write you can tell I haven’t put much thought or effort into it.

I’ve noticed this too.

I swear to God I have 10 drafts on really good topics that I just can’t fill with enough interesting or funny points to post. I’m ashamed of them and ashamed at what’s happening to me.

For one, i’m very far away from the place where I’ve been given so much inspiration– my country– America. I’m also away from the noise and culture that I both love and despise and am in the middle of another noisy, bizarre and comparatively worse culture that I don’t think too much about my own as being bad anymore.

I’m also far away from people who can engage me in interesting conversations and experiences which often turn into posts here on Misanthropy Today.

I’m also trying to learn a new language, which I can’t help but think diminishes your ability to speak/write your native language. I know you hear about all kinds of assholes who can speak 12 languages and they are brilliant but i’m not one of them and i’ve never met one of them. Most westerners I know who speak Mandarin well have this slot machine look in their eyes when you speak English to them because they’re so confused switching channels and probably would rather speak mandarin.

Also, I’m getting old. If my youth was spent rebelling against my parent’s oldness, then my late twenties— and this blog– was spent rebelling at the stupidity of youth– mine and everyone else’s.  The unaware. The dumb. Liberals. Dumb broads.  The hipsters. The youth of our young country and our young parents and my peers– all in their twenties or thirties— who don’t even resemble an adult as I conceived an adult to be, in dress, behavior or interests— but it’s me too. That’s the great thing about society and life and misanthropy is that you play a central role in it.  Think about what you really hate and you might end up in a knife fight with yourself.

So if these unfinished posts I mentioned were written on a tablet under my bed and I came home and  you were there reading them, in a high-pitched mocking voice, making fun of me for trying to be angry or funny about something– well if this happened i’d probably walk in, see you reading them, burst into tears, scream “I don’t care!” shrilly while you made your pleas of “Andy, I was just joking around… ” and then run around the block, past the other kids huddled around the ice cream truck, into the park behind a tree where nobody could see me.

I’d make little houses out of grass and twigs and pine needles and I’d keep looking around the tree to see if you’d left yet. If not, I’d wait there til about 6:45 when I knew my Mom would be home for work. When I walked in i’d be acting all tough and she’d be like “What’s wrong?” and I’d spin on my feet and square off at her and be all “Nothing, okay?”.

Then as I’m walking down the hallway she’d be like “Well I hope it isn’t about those shitty articles you wrote on that tablet under your bed. Me and Greg had a good laugh about those…”

Actually they’re not that bad, I’ll finish them up soon.

Just wanted you to know that i’m still around.

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   thank you for this!

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2. tokkiegal on 05 Apr 2010 11:35 am
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     Thanks Tokkie

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   Good to know you are still here.
   May the misanthropy be with you.

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4. Misanthropist. on 08 Apr 2010 4:25 pm
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   Hating people is lonely work. You were like my group therapy. Maybe its time to come back to the nut house and relearn some engrish.

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6. Richard on 19 Apr 2010 11:56 pm
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   ha thanks richard. i will be coming home for a visit sometime soon i think.

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8. andyfox1979 on 21 Apr 2010 3:16 pm