The band has
lost it. Whatever was once delightful has all faded out. Members disperse as age
hangs on them like a ball and chain and the sound begins to take a new
approach. I decide to resign my fandom. It is not pleasing any longer. New bands emerge which find pleasant and decide to follow them instead. It is pleasing to me.
He used to
direct the greatest, the most extravagant, utterly awe-inspiring films. What
happened? He falls for a writer’s vision which some love but I find a
monotonous bore. Everything I once loved has ended. There are directors lining
up for my fandom. What can I say, I enjoy their films. They remind of the
things that made me fall in love with the first director’s vision and I know I
will never get that from him again. I debate jumping ships.
I hope to
never be cast out of my own city but is it ok to admit I tried the rival
pizzeria today? Everything in me wants to contain pride of city first but my
taste buds contradict this notion. I fight it but my reason tells me to side
with what is trule the better of the two and more pleasurable to my taste buds.
Why should I lie to myself only to fight for a city’s pride which obviously doesn’t
deserve the pride or else I would have given it without question? My reasoning
wins me over, why stay with a place solely due to location. What’s better is
better, correct? Have I made a contractual commitment with the city? I think
not, and I choose taste.
My friend
can’t understand my love for this team. Yes, the opposing team. I was raised in
Indiana. I love the state but my idol is on the opposing team, my hero, my
favorite player. Does state pride trump my love for a player? I hope my friend
understands.
