The Most Interesting People

The last guy I dated was image obsessed, coming from a pop-punk band background, everyone around him had to either fit the image of the Agnostic//Beardo Weirdo//Pop Band Groupie. It made me think about a few groups of people I’ve crossed and how these relationships effected me.

You see, this isn’t my first ride on the insecure narcissistic creative kid carousel. When I first moved here I rode the bus with a girl named Amanda. She would later drop the ‘A’ because it was more cunning, bold and “different”. She could only surround herself with boys that were in bands and the groupie girls that wanted to date them.

Last night I was thinking about this a lot, the best friends I’ve had in my life, that I still have in my life, we have completely different lives:

  1. Diana, a social worker for the VA, married to a State Representative
  2. Chris, runs databases for IBM during the week in Missouri, lives in New York City
  3. Betsy, lives in Colorado Spring with a new born child, loves Lady Gaga and weed
  4. Christian, creates zines and loves photography, lives in Denver with his partner
  5. Maria, works for a company that gives out medical marijuana cards, loves strip clubs
  6. Jessie, married to and spends all of her free time with her soul mate, nature lover
  7. Bebe, teaches English in Aracaju, Brazil, the life of the party
  8. Juanes, the future president of Argentina, pees on embassies

A lot of people I’ve found have had a fork in the road at some point where they could either continue to follow themselves or start to follow everyone else. I realized this when my former boyfriend told me that he gave up being himself, the nerdy bookworm kid, to become what others wanted him to be. He told me he was trying to find his way back to being that person once more, himself. I thought, what a strange concept, someone forfeit themselves to be something they thought others would like, how uncomfortable to never truly love yourself, to only find yourself wanting to be exactly who you were born to be.

Everyone should be taught to “find the others”. There are more than 7 billion people on this planet, the others are not defined as those that look like you, that’s easy. No, the others are the ones who experience life in a manner that’s similar or complementary to your own. You’ll know it by the way it feels, a fire sparks inside your soul and a deep lustrous roar escapes your belly and you both can be seen laughing at writing random notes on ripped up pieces of paper to strangers at a conference where neither of you speak the native tongue. You’ll be walking side-by-side down the main drag belting out pop songs at the top of your lungs as the man on his lawn tells you to shut the hell up and you will piss yourself from laughing so hard. It’ll be both of you dancing on a party bus through the Oregon countryside screaming “Steak City” at the tops of your lungs as you high five. It’s renting a car for a weekend and driving to another city to rave. It’s running hand in hand through a field of daisies. It’s making out topless in the ocean. It’s dropping everything on a whim to travel to buy a plane ticket to see them when they’re depressed. It’s fucking up and still loving them. It’s not a friendship of material alliance, it’s expression of the soul.

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12 thoughts on “The Most Interesting People

  1. Malakhai Jones says:

    These are true words of wisdom. Thank you for sharing. They become harder and harder to follow as life grows up from under you and entangles itself around you, with kids’ after school activities and work. One morning you’ll wake up and realize you’ve been following the same route to work, eating one of 3 choices for lunch, and coming home to another redux of the previous nights. You begin to lose perspective and one day blurs into the next. And shortly after receiving the wake up call on that fateful morning, you will choose to follow the words you’ve so eloquently expressed or hit the snooze button and advance another 10 years in life.

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    • Disco Lemonade says:

      “shortly after receiving the wake up call on that fateful morning, you will choose to follow the words you’ve so eloquently expressed or hit the snooze button and advance another 10 years in life.”

      Damn. That’s a very dismal way to look at it, but it’s true. It does kind of feel like that and look like that with people on autopilot. Time just disappears and suddenly you’re 10 years older living the same routine. It doesn’t matter what the routine is though, I traveled off and on over a five year span and take small weekend trips every now and then still, yeah, I was doing something different every day, but the routine was the same: get bored, move abroad, miss home, move back, decompress from everything, work a random job for a few months, move again, get bored, miss home, move back. Over and over and over the cycle repeats, it doesn’t matter what the cycle is, it just keeps doing it over and over again. I used to joke with people that I didn’t need to say bye to them because I knew they’d come back around in some form. There’s a line in a Bright Eyes song that I love, “Everything’s a cycle, you gotta let it come to you and when it does you’ll know what to do.”

      For every action a reaction, we gotta make the action though, take a different route to work one morning, make a different option for yourself the night before and pack a bag lunch, take the kids on a mysterious adventure to eat ice cream among the stars when you get home no matter how tired you are. It’s when we notice the routines that we can break them. Everyone should challenge themselves: DO NOT PRESS SNOOZE.

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  2. Barbara says:

    I think I may have pressed that Snooze button once too often, but as they say, “It’s never to late to……………………………………..you choose the outcome. Thank you for this great blog.

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    • Disco Lemonade says:

      Thank you for the amazing words! Everyone has pressed the snooze button at some point in their lives, I’m sure. The point is that we don’t press it forever, we wake up and greet the day with fresh eyes!

      Love and Respect,

      Libby

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