I had a convo with a TEACHER tonight
At a pizza parlour
The future of our nation
When I go out on cold nights I wear a black hoodie representing my exs alumni
The Idaho Vandals
-the only gift I ever asked of her that she delivered-
The hoodie says VANDALS in print across the chest with a small IDAHO above
My way of throwing a flag up without being a LDLMT /WRBT/Tribal / faggot
So this girl asked me:
"did you go to Idaho?"
"Nah"
"Why you wearing that?"
"I write graffiti"
"Huh"
"I write graffiti"
"Huh"
" I'm a tagger, we don't like being called that though... I WRITE graffiti"
"So... Why are you wearing THAT?"
"I'm a vandal"
"Why"
We got into a discussion. She said she teaches her students about graffiti... About how it's and art...
I said no, it isn't an art..... It's vandalism.
"Huh"
"I bet all you know is 'exit thru the gift shop' and OBEY"
"Yeah... Well...what is it to you?"
"What I was taught by people older than me is that it's a communication, whose been here and where they are from..."
That IS what it is to me
Push your NAME, push your CREW or neighborhood
My neighborhood is RTR the RoofTopRascals... Something I can't push now, knowing it's a semi well known set. All I push is the set I got out down with my junior year in highschool(which I won't post here)
Shit is fun. But this is what it boils down to. At least here in San Diego. Rep your set. Tells people everything.
She seemed kind of offended that this thing I love I didn't consider art
"What do you mean?"
"Imagine someone said SKATEBOARDING is only what happens in the XGames
Imagine the only skateboarding that happens is in a skatepark..."
(The fact that 'skatepark' is in my phones autocorrect is sad )
She didn't get it
Was trying to explain but she didn't want to hear it
She asked me about something I can speak on
Something I am informed about
Something I care about
What did she do?
When what I said didn't fit in her grid, she tuned out
Stopped listening
I tried to grab her attention
"You asked me a question, I'm answering"
I had no interest in sleeping with her, I wanted to explain something to someone as a person who they may not have another encounter with in their life...
There are a lot of us but really not tht many
She may not ever talk to another writer. I mean my city is MILLIONS of people.. There are probably only a few hundred writers
That ratio is crazy!
She was teaching this shit and probably had never talked to someone who does it
I wanted to give her perspective
Welp... it wasn't wanted
These are our children and grandchildrens teachers
She asked me about something.... Something I'm qualified to talk about... And passionate about... And as soon as it didn't fit into her ideology she stopped listening
How fucked is that?
Her attention was divided
I said "you asked me a question, about something I care about, when I started answering you checked out. What the fuck??"
"Sorry, I'm listening"
But not listening.
Now, I understand that when you clock out your job is done,
But shouldn't some people of some jobs be a certain type of personality ???
Shouldn't the people who teach also crave to learn???
Ehhhhhhhh fuck it. I'm drunk. I got an eighth if shrooms to eat tmrw and that's my only obligation for the day. Shit is just frustrating. But maybe it should be. Maybe it's good no one gets it. I'm kinda glad no one gets it actually.... It's something WE get. Something WE care about. Something WE are passionate about. Something WE have RULES and standards about shit that only WE know and follow. I think thats kinda cool. Goddamnit I feel kind of pathetic that this is something I've been doing since 6th grade and I'm almost 30 but isn't worth shit... Isn't worth anything. But it's the only thing I care about. The only thing I get enjoyment from. One of the few things I get a smile on my face from. Creates crazy bonds with people. The kind of bonds outsiders will never know. I guess all that stuff makes it worth it.
FUCK IT.
Venting an shit. Hope someone gets it.
At a pizza parlour
The future of our nation
When I go out on cold nights I wear a black hoodie representing my exs alumni
The Idaho Vandals
-the only gift I ever asked of her that she delivered-
The hoodie says VANDALS in print across the chest with a small IDAHO above
My way of throwing a flag up without being a LDLMT /WRBT/Tribal / faggot
So this girl asked me:
"did you go to Idaho?"
"Nah"
"Why you wearing that?"
"I write graffiti"
"Huh"
"I write graffiti"
"Huh"
" I'm a tagger, we don't like being called that though... I WRITE graffiti"
"So... Why are you wearing THAT?"
"I'm a vandal"
"Why"
We got into a discussion. She said she teaches her students about graffiti... About how it's and art...
I said no, it isn't an art..... It's vandalism.
"Huh"
"I bet all you know is 'exit thru the gift shop' and OBEY"
"Yeah... Well...what is it to you?"
"What I was taught by people older than me is that it's a communication, whose been here and where they are from..."
That IS what it is to me
Push your NAME, push your CREW or neighborhood
My neighborhood is RTR the RoofTopRascals... Something I can't push now, knowing it's a semi well known set. All I push is the set I got out down with my junior year in highschool(which I won't post here)
Shit is fun. But this is what it boils down to. At least here in San Diego. Rep your set. Tells people everything.
She seemed kind of offended that this thing I love I didn't consider art
"What do you mean?"
"Imagine someone said SKATEBOARDING is only what happens in the XGames
Imagine the only skateboarding that happens is in a skatepark..."
(The fact that 'skatepark' is in my phones autocorrect is sad )
She didn't get it
Was trying to explain but she didn't want to hear it
She asked me about something I can speak on
Something I am informed about
Something I care about
What did she do?
When what I said didn't fit in her grid, she tuned out
Stopped listening
I tried to grab her attention
"You asked me a question, I'm answering"
I had no interest in sleeping with her, I wanted to explain something to someone as a person who they may not have another encounter with in their life...
There are a lot of us but really not tht many
She may not ever talk to another writer. I mean my city is MILLIONS of people.. There are probably only a few hundred writers
That ratio is crazy!
She was teaching this shit and probably had never talked to someone who does it
I wanted to give her perspective
Welp... it wasn't wanted
These are our children and grandchildrens teachers
She asked me about something.... Something I'm qualified to talk about... And passionate about... And as soon as it didn't fit into her ideology she stopped listening
How fucked is that?
Her attention was divided
I said "you asked me a question, about something I care about, when I started answering you checked out. What the fuck??"
"Sorry, I'm listening"
But not listening.
Now, I understand that when you clock out your job is done,
But shouldn't some people of some jobs be a certain type of personality ???
Shouldn't the people who teach also crave to learn???
Ehhhhhhhh fuck it. I'm drunk. I got an eighth if shrooms to eat tmrw and that's my only obligation for the day. Shit is just frustrating. But maybe it should be. Maybe it's good no one gets it. I'm kinda glad no one gets it actually.... It's something WE get. Something WE care about. Something WE are passionate about. Something WE have RULES and standards about shit that only WE know and follow. I think thats kinda cool. Goddamnit I feel kind of pathetic that this is something I've been doing since 6th grade and I'm almost 30 but isn't worth shit... Isn't worth anything. But it's the only thing I care about. The only thing I get enjoyment from. One of the few things I get a smile on my face from. Creates crazy bonds with people. The kind of bonds outsiders will never know. I guess all that stuff makes it worth it.
FUCK IT.
Venting an shit. Hope someone gets it.
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