Fairy tales have no meaning is what is commonly accepted, yet, as if you didn’t know it there are a few which seemed so real as architects of desire in the world. Never in our wildest dreams would we sit and stare as if the only think to be done was dream but that is what fantasies always seemed to mean. Just dream, girls and boys, just dream yet what do we find but an insulting behaviour creeps all over the internet screaming, ‘DREAMS ARE NOT WHAT ITS ABOUT!!!’ And it’s true boys and girls, what we have done is say that fantasies are all we have to live. It’s not that way though.
Actually, facebook is the best at capturing the world’s secret fantasies. Yes while you sit there and harbor hatred as if the fantasy doesn’t work that person’s life you get stuck on brings you down? no. For whining’s sake and some other philosophical craziness, we look up because of the resentment, that simple disgust, we feel from looking at Facebook. No, that resentment is what was lacking before? Sort of. Why not explore Facebook seems to say… resent away. So long as you know it and admit it it becomes a creative force.
Seriously, the death of a friend recently made me freak out. No one mentioned it to me. I couldn’t handle it they said. Wrong. Didn’t you know? I get the hint long before? Well, maybe it’s just not on facebük.
But if tennis were an indicator of something extraordinary, (how could it be? nah, i choose not to fantasize or let myself slip away in that. Spaghetti dinner facebook, mmm that is a meal.)
No tennis is toppling, a pile of spaghetti that has been plaguing me -or rather us- for nearly a century. What I see going on the court does not come off in the same form. For instance, yesterday ish, someone described himself as gay before the match he played, as if a fantasy lingered in his mind, ‘hmm could I be that?’ And then… someone else came on the court and did the same. In the first, let’s say ‘match’ it got us creeped out, as if all the world saw ‘him’ (nah I wouldn’t really tell you in this circumstance) as if he …. or she… got caguht I mean caught for it. As if, he or she came out sipping a strong cup of Dandelion http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Urzxg3IAWNE wine. Then suddenly, you realize, oh not what I thought was happening in that person’s life. but by the end of the match there’s something different there.
Never in my life’s path would I have thought this is exactly the drama we feel and see everyday on facebük. I felt it didn’t you? He held the murder weapon in his hand and it was plastic.
Plastic, I see. fuck you plastic. You cannot be in this world anymore.