Because I’m not a fucking conformist

Because I’m not a fucking conformist.

Actually I am just about majority of the time, I just like to say that a lot. Also, in my defense I wear funny T-shirts on the weekends. Also, I’m not sure why I decided to start with that, this post has nothing to do with anarchy. Although, if one would happen to break out I’d be totally down.

Anyway. This weekend we happened to be visiting a winery. This one to be more specific Castello di Borghese. And we had some medium light Sauvignon blanc with smoked truffle cheddar, and goat gouda. Yeah I said it. Like some goddamn bluebloods. I also had all of that memorized, not on purpose, because seriously how can you not. And it was fabulous, deliciously fantastic, and just all around marvelous. Also, stealing grapes off the vines is NOT an act of vandalism, it’s part of tasting. Everybody knows that. But what I’m trying to say, if you’re at a loss of what to do this coming weekend take a trip to that local farm, or vineyard near you. It’s well worth the effort, fresh air and booze seem to go really well together. Unless, you already live on a farm or vineyard this advice is kind of shit. Writing blogs is hard.

I am going on vacation next week. And I am not excited. I just kind of want it to happen. It’s also a possible side effect of my meds, not a lot of things excite me anymore. Let’s call it stability? But we are going to the Death Valley Desert, and I have super high expectations. Like I hope it’s going to be deserted, and not full of tourists, or high school student excursions, or some other shit. I mean shit is probably going to be there, but as long as it belongs to indigenous animals I’m ok with it. As long as they can provide proof of residence it’s fair game. Coming on Instagram is me checking some lizard’s passport next to a pile of poop. Could totally happen, find and follow me. (and I just made myself laugh with a visualization of a tiny lizard passport).

What else. Let’s talk about paranoia. Am I reading your thoughts here or what. Like I have it now. Maybe I’ve always had it, but it was under a different subject name, and not part of my conscious behavior, and now it just is. I’m not sure. But we were watching a movie the other day (‘Tag’ good movie BTW) and one of the characters said ‘I’m paranoid that my original paranoia will turn on my new paranoia’ and my significant other paused, looked me dead in the eye, and said ‘this is you’. And I said ‘the quote is fucking genius, of course it’s me’. Because paranoias have feelings too, you know. But it’s true, even when I get ready to leave the house I do a cellphone-check, wallet-check, keys-check, cigarettes-check, paranoia-in place — ready to go.

So what I was trying to say here? I’m not sure, man. Some days are just a random mass. Tiny lizard passports are still awesome. And maybe I’m not a conformist.

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4 thoughts on “Because I’m not a fucking conformist

  1. choo

    sweetie you are going to the *Mohave* Desert, wherein lies Death Valley.
    and then you are going to Joshua Tree.
    shouldn’t be tooooo crowded right now – kids are back in skool and errybody else has to work. i banish the peoples for you!
    i only wish the moon was in a better orbit for you so you’d be able to see the hugely vast amounts of millions of stars at a respectable time of the night.
    #mindblown

    1. I never bother myself with factual accuracy, so thank you. And your people banish is much appreciated. I’ll report back to you on the stars situation.

  2. choo

    the moon will be waxing to nearly full ‘n up in the sky at peak star viewin time washin most of em all out. hopefully the moon-lit-scapes of earth will astound you instead.

    my love for that place isn’t showin toooo much, izit????

    1. Not, not at all…*whispers* maniac

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