Lenore: Although we
sell dick and not cars. We can learn a lot from Diego Rivera. Notice the
workers. Clearly their jobs are depressing. They work for so many hours for too
little pay. And they have to wear unattractive overalls.
Tanya: Actually
Lenore. The workers are meant to be the heroes of this mural.
Lenore: No Tanya. When
I look with a modern eye, I see someone like Ray, teaching history year after
year to ungrateful kids. Or maybe that’s you Tanya at Wagner and Finch, in a
washed out yellow jumpsuit.
-Hung
***
Much is to be said about
growing up. First, it sucks. Second, it just plainly sucks: Youth and vigor,
gone. Awesomeness, diminished. Sharpness, ugh. Don’t let me start on this one. Dude
you are bound to become a thicker plank by the minute. I couldn’t even recall
who MTV Asia’s January 1999 Artist of The Month was anymore. I used to be good
at this shit. Is it Michael Learns to Rock? Fuck. And that’s coming from me,
who is not yet even 21. ish.
If you look in the mirror
and you are no longer look like a gangly teen with a humungous head, then you,
my friend are an adult.
Probably with no job, or
with a crappy job, or even with a job, it’s all the same; Adulthood is one
bitch who would screw you over like an extended summer without cash. Yes, could
it be any more heartbreaking? Just done with graduation and you’re
cash-strapped, Two words: Social. Suicide. But hey if it’s any consolation, it
just wasn’t your social life who went dormant like The Stroke’s career.
Everyone else’s had too.
And when time comes that you
actually rise above that conundrum, adulthood could take in a form of a cunt.
Yes, that C word you wouldn’t dare calling a Jersey
girl with. And yes, like that boss of yours from that crappy job who think
she’s all that. In fact she could be some rude condescending little pig who
would treat anyone with intentionally messy hair with disgust. Oops, my story. Besides, I wasn’t there to impress her. Who
would?! And mind you, my bedhead was sexy. It just wasn’t everyone’s cup of
tea. I would have made my brother from another mother Kurt Cobain proud.
Simply put, adulthood is one
ho you just have to deal with whether you like it or not. It’s what you make
out of it that actually matters. Would you rather play the victim card and let
yourself be railroaded, or do the reverse cowgirl with some helicopter to that
word you dread to hear when used in a serious context (and not the dirty
kind)?
These past few weeks, from
my new job which 60% of the time I think is a blast, I’ve had to deal with
people I would never want to have anything to do with. When they start doing that thing they do, I just remind myself
that some people were unloved as kids that they have take out their
insecurities and frustrations on anyone who looks and is doing good. Like, dafuq? Seriously? That in itself
is quite comforting,
Hey did I just sound like an
adult but not quite? It’s getting there. I know I’m a piece of work.
So next time, when you look
in the mirror and you see a bit of grey hair and fine lines, that my friend is
a sign of growing old. Adulthood, is such a big word that everyone has their
personal take on it. It would be a shame to contain it in a certain box.
It’s just like how Love
Marie Ongpauco, the eternal crush, groped for words to describe why she likes
The Calling’s “Stigmatized”.
“It’s like, you know.
Basta”
Wow. It took me a decade to
realize that it was a pure genius moment happening before my very eye.
***
Ray: Can we get to the
point?
Lenore: Glance to the
top. You see that doughy Asian person and that manish woman holding rocks? That
– those fat people could be us. If we can change our way of operating, I
believe there’s a place for us in the mountains.
Ray: What about these
clenched hands?
Lenore: To me that represents
fisting Ray.
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