Decided on a punk name today
writing a cover letter, sudden lack of confidence that “grammatical” is a real word.
What do you do when you’re walking down the street and you pass a dude (or worse, a group of dudes) who is dressed exactly like you? Like, even if you’re not wearing the same thing at the same moment, you are scoping the outfit and you know if you rooted around each others closets for 30 seconds you could come out looking like perfect twins. And it’s not just your outfits that are interchangeable, but your personae. You could both collide on the sidewalk, start walking in opposite directions, take on each others identities forever and no one would notice and it would totally not matter at all. I say it’s worse when there’s a group of them because they are inevitably talking to each other and saying things like “yeah man” which is all you ever fucking say and it just exacerbates the whole thing. When you pass this person you have two options: you can just recoil into yourself and try to ignore that this is happening in which case the worst thing that will happen is a crackling wave of mutual acknowledgment that will move between the both of you as you pass, or you can make eye contact and say something crazy like “hey” and feel your face contort into a futile smirk and watch him do the exact. same. god damn thing because everything you tell yourself about yourself implodes every time this happens which, for me, anyway, is like a few times a day.