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Oh, this could get personal. Those four ex-collaborators who began a magazine including the work of almost everyone in the 'hood but me, and who just had a meeting about it in the same space as I'm in. The fuckwits who won't give me a job interview. The political economy I live under. The ticket inspectors who keep busting me for not buying a public transport ticket. The cop who busted me for not wearing a bicycle helmet the other day. The people threatening to cut off the phone. Me. For being, argh, 'angsty', 'self-indulgent', 'self-absorbed', 'ungenerous', 'unintelligent', etc etc etc (repeat the litany until blue in the face.)
Anyone else find that often, one's rage at others turns out to be sublimated rage against oneself? |
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