occasionally i dream of hobknobbing with smart people.
you know, fellow writers and such.
this fantasy usually involves most of us wearing black-me with a black turtle neck inspite of me not owning anything that even closely resembles a black turtle neck-people smoking in a dim lit room, and great conversations about dead poets.
tonight, my fantasy was crushed by the cold hard blow of reality.
i think that they all went to the university of north texas in denton.
i think that they were all english majors
(exept for one who was majoring in theater, with a minor in philosphy. i thought to myself that if she added phys. ed to that she could be the master of all the useless degrees known to man.)
i think a few of them were wearing black.
(i was wearing a white shirt with tan pants. i couldnt be farther away than my turtleneck)
and the one that did most of the talking (a rather unkempt looking girl, who was presumbly trying to flirt with me) was only nineteen, but about to graduate and quickly get her master's in communication.
and she has been published
and she has an agent
and do writer's have agents!?
we talked about kerouac, and salinger, and plath, and a bunch of people that i have never once heard of.
and when asked about my schooling, i mumbled something about bohemian ideals, and how i was enrolled in the school of life, and a bunch of other nonsense to cover up the fact that i am just too lazy to go to college.
and somewhere in all this i realized; 1. this is the kind of conversation i had dreamt of
2. this is a dreadfully boring conversation
3. i believe this girl is trying to flirt with me
4. the girls in my dream are always much more attractive and interesting, and they flirt much, much better.
so maybe, this was nothing like the intellectual fantasy i had.
and maybe i just wrote this whole entry to brag a little bit about a girl (albeit not an attractive or interesting girl) flirting with me.
and maybe its rather stupid to fantasize about intellectual conversations, after all.
perhaps, i will just stick to imagining myself just standing around in a black turtle neck, without all of the pretentious conversation.
and maybe with a beret as well.
berets rock!
12:15 a.m. - 2003-11-20
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