8/28/97 - This .plan, My Flue for Misease.

     Missed yesterday's .plan.  Didn't mean to do that,
     but Internet access comes short for right now.
     Really pisses me off when I'm trying to speak to
     my girlfriend.  But anyway.

     I had a very pleasant summer.  I was able to avoid
     people most of the time, all those months, except
     for of course the classmates and the hundreds of
     people in the London sweattubes.

     What with the complete change and blossoming of my
     personality, wholly because of Anna and the warmth
     she has unleashed from my heart, I softened a bit
     when it came to my loathing of people.  Just Anna
     and me.  O how I desire that.

     Now I'm back at UT.  Right back into the cesspool
     of annoying bipeds.  My lack of faith in other
     people has been restored to full strength.  I've
     been here less than a whole week and the passion
     for hating people that I was distracted from for
     a summer has made itself home in my life again.

     Always present, people in general.  Going shopping
     for all the supplies, walking through the
     dorm lobby, anything.  People are so oblivious
     to others.  They don't get out of the way, they
     brag about drinking, they make me question
     natural selection.

     And after a hard day of getting all those errands
     done, you'd think I'd be safe in my apartment, in
     a complex free of soliciting.  Nope.  Not even
     a steel locked gate keeps away the newspaper
     sellers and the messengers from God.  I didn't
     catch the first guy when my roommate answered
     the door, but he was selling papers, under the
     rap of needing enough money or credit or
     something to get admission into UT.  What a joke.
     Who would buy a subscription?  One of our friends
     came upstairs later and told us she felt sorry
     for him and bought the subscription.

     It makes it all worthwhile, eh paperboy?

     (Oh my, the same guy came back again just now.)

     And then we got caught by the two missionaries
     dressed in slacks, white shirts, and ties, asking
     us if we were followers of God.  My roommate said
     he was Buddhist, and what is typical of such
     people, they had no concept of what Buddhism was.
     They began to ask my roommate what Buddhism was
     about, for no reason, like somehow they were going
     to convert him and bring him into their cult.  They
     were stuck in the mindset that Buddha was a god like
     THE God (the ONLY God, mind you).  They couldn't
     fathom another religion.  How are these men so
     certain of their faith they've been brainwashed
     since childhood when they don't even know of other
     religions?  Herman Melville, I believe, said things
     only exist in contrast to others.  If that is so,
     then those men don't know shit.  Their religion
     is such a turn off.  Like a complete religion
     needs to be *advertised*.

     Shall I start talking about the TV channels we're
     stuck with without cable?  The Trinity Network is
     amazing.  I didn't know one could say "God loves
     you" in so many ways in one language for that
     long.

     And my roommate!  Gah!  Downloading X-Com off some
     warez site while I'm trying to get online to see
     if Anna's online before class.

     The world would be great if it functioned how it
     functions, without anyone existing in it except
     my lover and me.

     #4 on the list of things written on the sign on
     our door:  "GO AWAY!!!"

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