From May 26, 2012
There is the real world, and there is the real world.  So often I hear folks referring to the real world as that place where life is hard and lonely and dreams can't come true because the economy stinks and people want, need, expect, are entitled to this, that, the other thing but don't get it and probably shouldn't because this is the real world.

So often I hear folks talking way too much.


I think the real world is what is right in front of you.  What did you put there?  What did you turn away from?  I think the "real world" talk has something to do with being a victim of circumstances rather than a maker of them.  I think it's so much easier to draw up lists of what might go wrong if we dare to dream and do and to justify the safety that dark and empty spaces provide than to get out there and take what we damn well want.  

Which is not to say hurrah for me and to hell with you. But I think we have to go, move, do and geniunely be ourselves and get over this idea that inertia is a good thing because it doesn't require a first-aid kit.

Catch me if you can.  Catch me if you want to.  I won't put up a fight.  I never have.