The run of the mill places that I used to be so fond of no longer hold my interest. Broader horizons abound, I've no interest in those places that I once called home or viewed as some sort of security blanket. The smokey haunts that I used to frequent now just make me feel nauseous...quite literally. My social life, in a manner of speaking, has fallen by the wayside. It's not as though I've no desire to leave the house, but in lieu of going to a place I've been 100 times before filled with people I've really no interest in spending time with, the couch and a few good books seem to offer me something a bit more inspiring.
I must admit, it is easy to become disenchanted. It is easy to look around at people and places that have seemingly not changed in the last 12 or so years (That I've been "legal") and question what the fuck, doesn't anything ever change? Doesn't anyone ever step outside of the lives they've created for themselves, and do something...anything different? I guess it is easier to follow the path of less resistance. Set in their ways. But, what happened to the excitement and creativity? Though the area has not necessarily been a bastion of creativity over the last 10 years, I look around at cities that have less than we've ever had and have seen how those folks create something from nothing. What's the difference then?
For me, it boils down to a simple statement: Give me something different or exciting. I don't need something new or innovative, I just need something to get the blood coursing through my veins...a reason to do the things that I once was so enamoured and fond of.
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