I read this when it came out Tyler and it absolutely wreaked me. In the sense that so many things resonated with myself and you had written it out so well. Afterwards I was done I didn’t even know how to respond or what the best response would be. I could t craft any sort of comment that would sufficiently articulate what I had felt reading it. Leaving a simple heart on the piece would have felt disingenuous. So I didn’t do anything. Coming back here to say thank you for this piece and all your pieces.
“Those alternate realities where I ended up in Melbourne or Utrecht or Portland. Where I did something greater with my life. Part of growing up is realizing the limitations of these dreams and how they might be nice at their most ethereal but there’s a real world out there that’s structured in a way that’s stacked against your dreams. Or maybe I didn’t actually want to live those dreams, but merely indulge in the fantasy.”
I think a lot of times about this and I guess I console myself by saying I wouldn’t be the person I would be today. I might have potentially ended up trying to chase a career and having more “things” going on in my life, but I wouldn’t have the community, the people I have with me today. The consoling doesn’t always work. Growing up I loved crafting alternative histories for different countries and societies. In a meeting with my therapist I made the realization that as I get older and look back on my life, this previous pastime has now become an unhealthy tendency.
I read this when it came out Tyler and it absolutely wreaked me. In the sense that so many things resonated with myself and you had written it out so well. Afterwards I was done I didn’t even know how to respond or what the best response would be. I could t craft any sort of comment that would sufficiently articulate what I had felt reading it. Leaving a simple heart on the piece would have felt disingenuous. So I didn’t do anything. Coming back here to say thank you for this piece and all your pieces.
“Those alternate realities where I ended up in Melbourne or Utrecht or Portland. Where I did something greater with my life. Part of growing up is realizing the limitations of these dreams and how they might be nice at their most ethereal but there’s a real world out there that’s structured in a way that’s stacked against your dreams. Or maybe I didn’t actually want to live those dreams, but merely indulge in the fantasy.”
I think a lot of times about this and I guess I console myself by saying I wouldn’t be the person I would be today. I might have potentially ended up trying to chase a career and having more “things” going on in my life, but I wouldn’t have the community, the people I have with me today. The consoling doesn’t always work. Growing up I loved crafting alternative histories for different countries and societies. In a meeting with my therapist I made the realization that as I get older and look back on my life, this previous pastime has now become an unhealthy tendency.
that low level bridge shot tho... and “i’m basically a lesbian” haha.