The Way Words Change Us
My name is Mark Wiland. I am a journalist, right on the cutting edge, a bit avant-garde but mostly old school. I’ve got a lifestyle that includes being overzealous, overindulging, understated, incomprehensible, underrated, misunderstood, overlooked, under appreciated and constantly misinformed and misinterpreted. I go to a lower class school in the upper east side of a small suburban neighborhood. My interests are constantly changing, rearranging, and my goals are often reorganized while being over the top, even though I stay under the radar.
I’m a middle class citizen living in a middle class neighborhood in a lower class economy with the higher thinking individuals. I’ve founded my own self run, self sustained, film company to make movies that go unnoticed, unappreciated, left in the dark and labeled “indie”. I’ve got no self esteem, I’ve got a bit of a moral compass and it’s always pointed towards compassion, but constantly strays towards wrong doing. Often to myself. I do not believe in self motivation, self harm, being selfish, or any self congratulatory bullshit of ANY kind. I’ve got a girlfriend who looks like a boyfriend that you had in february of last year. It’s not confidential, and we’ve both got potential. I want to drive recklessly but instead follow the rules, finding it insane that we have traffic laws and rules on something called a FREEway. I live under an overpass and have to downshift when going over the highway. My family is moderately irritating, constantly needy and aggressively dull. See what I mean? Everything is constantly changing and such. We have no simple words anymore. Everything is now longer to describe what’s “wrong” with us. For example, there’s no more fat people, now they’re all overweight or obese. It’s because they can’t stop overeating because they have an eating disorder, are depressed, feeling blue, or unhappy. When I was a kid, someone was fat and sad. I mean you have to describe yourself in the most insane ways now too. Nobody’s sad, they’re depressed. Nobody’s fat, they’re overweight. Nobody’s stupid, they have a LEARNING DISORDER.
I cannot explain my love for words.
m@rk
