I read today that Jesse James has entered “treatment” which I suppose is the new “rehab”. The article didn’t state what he was seeking treatment for but his rep said he was entering treatment to try to save his marriage to Sandra Bullock.
After Tiger Woods, I’m all sex-rehabbed out. Sex addiction is not a real thing. Like food addiction isn’t a real thing. People like (and need) sex (and food). The fact that Jesse James is a douche who can’t control himself doesn’t mean he’s sick. It means he’s a jerk who suffers from the delusion that he is immune from consequence.
I’m sick of all celebrities. I’m sick of Obama and I’m sick of celebrities and their little problems and their stupidity.
I’m getting bitter about it too.
Frankly, there’s just no refuge. Trying to escape the trivialities returns me to politics. Politics terrifies me and I seek trivialities.
Maybe the best thing to do is just live in books for the foreseeable future. I don’t know what the answer is. I just know that I am seeking a balance. I want to be able to enjoy the trivialities again — but it’s just so stupid right now that it feels beneath me. And I want to write about politics again, but every time I begin, I just get tired.
Which side are you spending more time on? The trivial side to escape the serious situation our country is in, or the serious side to escape the stupidity of the trivial?