When I was in high school, I loved Rammstein. Actually, I still do. Some readers may recall that I went to see them in concert outside of Chicago last summer about this time. I always knew that I wanted to travel abroad and see strange places and learn new languages, but Rammstein made the desire for linguistic acquisition concrete. I had a present reason to learn: I needed to know exactly what Til Lindemann was growling about in their songs.
I have fucked up my life. I cannot say that this would have been easily avoided, but it would have taken less effort to avoid it than to fix it. Fucking up your life is a bit like getting cancer: It’s expensive, it’s painful, and in some respects, the cure is worse than the disease, at least in the short run. The bitterer part about fucking up your life, however, is that it is 100% your fault. Today, I am going to lay some wisdom on you based entirely on my personal experiences so that you can avoid the trap of fucking up your life.
I love David Lynch. I have probably talked about that before. He is one of my favorite filmmakers, and Twin Peaks quite literally changed my life. I went so far as to write Lynch a fan letter because of the effect that Twin Peaks and my research into its potential meaning had for me.
I have been writing and re-writing this post for several months now. It is more of a personal post than one that is related to libertarianism in any particular way, so in that sense, it’s a bit self-indulgent. I suppose writing itself is a bit self-indulgent, at least for me. In any case, the main reason that I am addressing this particular subject is because it is a stumbling block for me in my libertarianism.