switching gears

i go back to boston a week from yesterday: and i totally can't wait. i was excited to come back here, yeah, but it's fading fast. at this point i'd rather stay home and work on that arrangement that isn't going so hot instead of going out and seeing people i haven't seen in a while. i think i'm just growing up faster than everyone i left here.

it feels so strange that i have to mentally switch gears when i come back to new york. not to talk to my family, but to have conversation with my friends. when you're used to being able to have intellectual discussions with almost everyone you're around, how on earth are you supposed to be able to drop back into mindlessness like clothes and tv? even music that used to be such a surety for me isn't really anymore, because i'm discovering that the majority of the people you meet have the music appreciation skills of newts! and dead ones, at that.

i can't talk politics because nobody under a certain age seems to really care about what's going on in the world. can't talk music because people only listen to whatever crap is on the radio now (which by the way is getting worse with every passing year). can't talk philosophy, because again, nobody cares, or they just have nothing original to say.

it's just so much easier on my brain to stay in the house. at least with my family i get some good intellectual debate. arguments are delightfully refreshing, especially when compared to agreement-because-i-have-no-clue-what-you-mean or worse, the ever-present "huh?".

i much prefer adult company to that of anyone between 12 and 19-20ish. and the sad thing is, it depresses me, because that seven-year span makes up a good chunk of the world's future. and you look at the crap on tv and really listen to the garbage that passes for music and you say to yourself "wow. the world is royally fucked once we start to run it." and it's completely true.