Would you rather be stuck in a circle of misanthropy or a circle of pathological social life? I'm somewhere between the two of them. I hate the human race unless a member of it throws a party. I go out to have fun and I end up having at least five more "friends" on my facebook list. Hanging out and reading in. Drinking much and eating alone. Chitchatting and keeping a diary. Belle&Sebastian and Jay-Z. SOPHIE KINSELLA AND VIRGINIA WOOLF. Can a single person really contain all those multitudes, like our dear old Whitman said? Is there a point where a polyhedric nature can be defined as incoherent? Who said that I can't appreciate Truffault if I enjoy Twilight? (Just for the record...I think Twilight is as boring as Sophie Kinsella).
"Dear diary, I'm in love with Glee's quarterback: Finn, if only he had Woody Allen's brain...!" That's where I am. I find myself watching a whole bunch of inconsistent tv shows but on the other hand I can't think of anything more compelling than Plato. Should I say I'm many-sided or just intellectually schizophrenic?!