Step 1: Alienate everyone in your life.
Step 2: Dissociate completely.
                                             < ---You are  here!
Step 3: Final preparations. (Get rid of your junk. It's polite.)
Step 4: Spend all your money! (Fun part)
Step 5: Fini.

Wow, I found my old blog. Isolating myself and ranting into the ether. Just like the old days, eh? Not as hideous as LiveJournal, though (maybe?). Strangely familiar. Nice to compose a thought, at least. Like writing an essay. About m'self. Blogging: A compilation of self-absorbed essays.

I have an old wool coat that's long and warm and functional; I wear it every day in the cold season. It looks pretty nice from the front so people often don't know why I need to replace it. It's gotta be at least 15 years old, though; it just can't recover from the hard wear of the accumulated years. The fabric is worn so thin in some spots. There's a huge gaping hole in the back from my backpack rubbing on it, which I used to darn and repair repeatedly but the fabric just won't hold up anymore. Same with the big rip under the right arm. I could patch and patch forever but at this point it'd essentially be like making a new coat, so I've started* on that. I've of course given up on this coat entirely; I'm just letting it degenerate. But I don't have anything better at the moment. So I just continue to wear it. Carrying my backpack to hide the enormous hole. Against both the cold and embarrassment, I suppose. The length is still warm. The hood still blocks the chill. A garbage heap for a garbage person. Getting worn down and I just don't care anymore. I let it; it's beyond repair. But at least it's not really noticeable.

And if that ain't an analogy for my life, I don't know what is.

*Sort of. Theoretically. I don't get around to it, and that's okay too.