December 03, 2002 | 1:53 PM Just like Brian Wilson
Today I feel snarly. And snaggletoothed. And a mediocre mess. I�m in my house out the window watching a red fire truck negotiate the salt laden streets against a backdrop of Harvard�s stately brick buildings. I�ve always had a love hate relationship with winter. Scratch that. I have a love hate relationship with everything. Wouldn�t it be nice to feel neutral about something? To just not care either way? I am exhausted by my own opinions and beliefs. I feel everything with fire and brimstone puppy-dog love and icey christicle yapping beast tare your throat out hatred. It seems as I get older that more and more people I know become more and more neutral towards everything�more accepting�not in a Buddha way, but in a Barca-lounger way. OK with their jobs and their lives and their new Gap sweaters. I feel sort of disappointed that this hasn�t happened to me yet and I wonder if it will? I am not kidding when I say I would really love nothing more than to wake up and just be happy that my refrigerator is working. I would love to be able to love taking it up the ass, because what else is there really? I am terrified that in twenty years I will be some bizarre hybrid of Walt Whitman and Margot Kidder, foaming at the mouth on Massachusetts Avenue and singing made up arias extolling the doom generation. I guess I just wasn�t made for these times.
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