This strip is kinda true, fo rme. Sometime around middle-school (if I recall), I realized that if I felt stuck in a 9-5 job I hated, that when I was 28, I’d kill myself. By the time I was 28, I obviously did not kill myself although I was not yet really an artistic success. I’m not sure if the original thought had faded in intensity, or if I felt I had enough of a chance with time. Hm
I used to HATE the idea of success based on who you know. I don’t know exactly how I FEEL about it now, but I have come to terms with it.
Dreams are weird. This one feels a bit to literarily written than real to me, but so it goes.
I like the dancing books.
Reading Oliver Twist is good enough to sentence ANYONE to have to come out and live a little.
Mind you, for all my smack about Dickens in Bruno, I think he’s an admiral writer.
The funny thing is, a little less than a decade later I began to suffer from vertigo. Hm.
And Bruno’s last line totally cracks me up. I have no idea why.
The things we lie (or don’t divulge) about to our parent, knowing full well that everyone in the conversation knows it’s untrue.
I mean… not that I do it.
That’s an interesting use of “divulge” as well. Hm. A mix of devour and indulge?
I think this was the point I realized that I’d begun viewing Susan as more complex than I had previously written her (although I’d always liked how she was).
Oh, and that’s a poster of Soul Coughing’s “Ruby Vroom” album.
Most people I’ve met have this urge to some degree. I think I tend to like the people who are good at not acting on it. Whether its suppression or ignoring or just practice, doesn’t matter.