Okay. I was waiting in the ticket line. Big line. People all over the place. I was there three hours. Then I thought about something. These people could be doing something better with their time. Or at least different. So I kind of wigged out. Started screaming. Nobody did anything.

So I sat down.

Isn't that a microcosm of life right there? Think about it, you. People don't do stuff, but they do other stuff. So you stand and yell, "Hey! Do the stuff!". But they don't listen. They keep on doing the other stuff. And we go on.

But does it have to be that way? Can't we stand in line for good stuff, like the lesbian awareness rallies? I mean, instead of standing in line for tickets to a football game, can't we stand on line for a metaphorical ticket of lesbian awareness? That's goofy, man. We need to open up our hearts and improve our listening sessions. Make 'em better, you know? A little more productive? Maybe some Ecuadorean folk tales and a hot cup of talk? Doesn't that punch your metaphorical ticket of lesbian awareness, to coin a phrase?

Anyway, I remained on the line, but I was uncomfortable. The air mattress aside, I was uncomfortable. I wasn't happy. As I said to Judy, "Aside from the air mattress, I'm uncomfortable and not happy." Then Judy said back, "What do you want to do about it?". This is what I'm going for. We need to set up a dialectic, maybe some sort of grouping where we can come together and do stuff, or at least talk about doing stuff. Then, maybe, we can do the other stuff, knowing that we have accomplished the previous stuff. So, enjoy the tickets and all, but remember that you are a middle-class indictment and a damn idiot. I hate every single one of you, especially when you give non-committal answers in class. Commit yourself so the professor doesn't get back to the stupid lecture! In conclusion, no more stuff until we accomplish the stuff, or talk about doing stuff, preferably in the form of an organization that I can put on my resume. Maybe we should all start to think about what really matters. Or think about starting to think. Remember, I was there, too.