Discerning Denizens of Pop Culture

Discerning denizens of Pop Culture. That's the club that would have me as a member. I'm in it, and I can fall hard for my own obsessions. I was at a pretty cool party last night. Met lots of other attractive, creative and cool people. People who like music, movies, and our own witty thoughts about things interesting and trivial. And we are good at keeping it all trivial. And maybe that's best. That's what a party is, a ritual of triviality. Keep it light, keep it easy, keep it funny and fast-moving.

I did get that creeping sensation that we are all in some kind of post traumatic stress syndrome thing. Like there are big and distressing events looming around us, so big, so distressing, we can't even get our heads around them. So we leave that shit outside the door, maybe in the hallway. Or we bury it very, very deep in the dirt in front of the building. Dark stuff. We decide not to go there. Not to think about anything that isn't trivial, and funny, and stupid. "Let's be stupid and have fun."

So we did. And we had a good time. Really. And so yes, but there's still an emptiness, or a feeling that something is missing, or that we were all just deflecting. But that's ok, that's a strategy. It's a way of living. And if we all agree to do it, maybe we can carry on like that and just pretend that other stuff doesn't exist. Never existed. And isn't important. And the important stuff is the trivial stuff. Maybe.