My Facebook Pictures Should Not Be Read As Metaphors For My Personal Life
Welcome home,
Hey you! Glad to see you made it back. Crazy weekend right? Ha, yeah, good one. Me? I actually went up to New Paltz. Yeah. Pretty cool. Well I took the bus, then DJ came up too and we drove back yesterday. Good times. How about you? Really? This entire time you’ve been waiting for my next blog post? Oh shit, I’m sorry about that, I had no idea. The banner? Well, yeah, of course, I realize. I know. Yes, I know what it means. Well, we have a different definition of “daily” here, so why don’t you chill out. Listen I’m giving you the blog right now, shut up:
As many of you know I am an excellent writer and a really terrific literary analyst. Exhibit A: this blog. What some people are failing to realize, however, is (unlike most worker-bee drones) I know how to separate work and play. Just because I am a truly extrodinary master of letters does not mean I have imbued my daily life with literary jibber-jab. The reason I bring this up is because many people (fans) have been complimenting me on the brilliant literary devices I have been adding to my Facebook pictures.
Let me make myself clear: I am NOT purposefully posting photographs with figurative meanings, symbolic readings or any sort of metaphoric level.
Again: Any pictures of me that are floating around the web are just that, floating pictures. Please stop reading into these pictures and coming up with absurd conclusions about my personal life.
I understand that some of you A) have not been assuming all pictures of me have metaphoric meanings, B) are not even friends with me on Facebook, or C) are not even 100% sure who I am, but I still want to make things crystal clear for those of you who have been berating me with these slanderous e-mails.
Here are some of the pictures that have been garnering the most poppycock:
The Precipice
People see this picture and seem to think I am trying to represent some type of interior conflict. My figure stands looking off into the distance longingly, balanced precariously between a higher and lower body of water. Yes, I understand this picture was taken in the Spring (a time of rebirth) and that there were many new changes on my horizon. Just for example, DJ would be moving out of New Paltz and we would no longer be living together. Sure, that was a big change, but was it something I was mulling over at this point? No, it wasn’t. I was just enjoying a hike in the woods.
The Sojourn
Here’s another picture that has gotten too much uncalled-for interpretation. It’s a picture of DJ and I walking down a path into a distant, dark brush. Now some people have been hassling me; they seem to think this picture is some metaphor for DJ and I traveling down the road of life: spending time together as two good friends, striding side-by-side with feelings of glee and jollity. These same critics will then make some kind of argument like, “the dark woods you’re approaching represent your encroaching separation and the unknown future that you must both now confront.” That is, of course, completely off base. Again, we are just going on a hike here. I think we were talking about cool it would be to stage a sword-fight battle on that open terrain. We were not meditating on what the future held.
The Hermit
People look at this picture and then immediately turn to me and say, “Roy, why are you trying to shield yourself from the truth?” I then turn to these people, wide-eyed, and say, “What in the Lord’s name are you talking about?” To which these people reply, “Roy, the metaphors couldn’t be more easily presented. You have constructed a fairly exact model of DJ’s skull and wore it over your head. The fear of losing DJ has blinded you to the future and you are now stuck in a stagnant pool of indecision. Your life feels void and you don’t know which direction to turn.” I’m usually stunned at this point and can only insist, “No, that’s not it at all…this was just me walking around campus… I found that on top of pile of trash…”
But no one ever wants to here my logical explanations, they just like the flash and glam of their meandering hypotheses.
The Trials
Finally, people have found this picture of me in my new apartment to be quite symbolic. Why do people seem to think that my half-grown moustache, half-lit room and half-drank cream ale are depressing images? Again the metaphoric interpretations abound when people see this picture. The new apartment symbolizes my new life; I feebely attempt to find a comfort as I reassemble the “puzzle” of my exsistence. The loneliness of not living with DJ is slowing eating me alive from the inside out. That’s not it at all!! I’m having tons of fun in this picture, can’t you see that?! I don’t even mind that I won’t be living with DJ this fall!! Knock it off!! Yes, I’m listening to Mastodon right now, but not just because it reminds me of DJ!!
I’m not crying!! Close the door!! Let me work on my puzzle!! I’m not crying!!!
06/23/2009
Yo pig fuckers better tell me when you go up to NP to party!