on call: Aug. 10, 2002 (8:47 pm)

i'm realizing now that activism isn't what makes me happy. and it's not that i don't agree, or that i don't want change. but this activism feels empty to me. take care of your own home.

and for a while i thought i could grow up and work all day at a do-good organization, save my writing and my lover for night. i could avoid middle class hell with a job that matters to me. but i don't think it's that.

i realize how much i love telling stories. how much i love writing. how much i love reading. how much i love learning. how much i love shows.

my mom once said that we all need to do things that bore us. i said we shouln't have to. and maybe i need to think about that a bit more.

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