10/06/2002 Entry: "columbine rebowled, anarchy, peace corps, yay!"

So, I have yet to hear back from the Bree about Anarchy, so I'm pretty much going to give up on it. It was fun while it lasted, dedicating two past posts to it, but without a reply there is no point. The only people responding already agree with me, and there is no point in preaching to the choir. So, with this in mind, I will say my final piece unless further prompted.

I would like to make the argument that my theory that you, Bree, are not really an anarchist is most likely correct. I still assert that you are too intelligent to subscribe to a theory that is so wholey flawed, despite the strong influences of others that, one would think, would also be too intelligent to be anarchist as well. Further supporting this is your own diary in which you describe how you and your anarchist buddies have such a thing as "Security Culture." That sure as fuck sounds like a rule to me. And the Meat Kid, he was chastised for breaking that rule. I assert that you are NOT an anarchist, and neither are your friends.

You are something else. I don't know what, exactly, but you aren't an anarchist. You may have anarchist ideals, you may think it'd be nice on a small level, but that fact is even in your own little anarchist group you are following unspoken rules. You aren't an anarchist. Wether your group refers to themselves as anarchist because they think it's cool, are misinformed, or simply because it's easiest to describe yourselves that way isn't important. What is, is that based on what little information I've gotten from you, you are claiming to be something you aren't. I wouldn't think you would be comfortable with that.

And that's the end of that. On a different note, it appears Bowling for Columbine is still in Des Moines, so some of you can still see it. If you are in that area, go here for times and to see if it's still showing at the Varsity. If you need directions, call or aim me (Dreqan). It's fucking hard to find and Mapquest WILL get you lost. You best bet is to find directions to DRAKE university, as it is right next to it, on the corner of 25th and University. Basic directions are to take the 31st street exit off w-235. Turn right, go a few blocks to University. Turn right, go 6 blocks (from 31st street to 25th) and it will be on your left after you pass Drake. DO NOT take the university exit, it will fuck you up.

I saw it again tonight with more people this time. It seriously is a MUST see, all I went with agreed. It will further open your eyes and those of anyone that you drag along with you.

On a side note, plans for the cross country bike, juggling, and charity fund raising trip are shaping up, and I will be turning in my Peace Corps application soonish so I can leave when I graduate in a year. Holy crap, this growing up thing sure is kinda scary. Applying became a lot harder all of the sudden this fall due to the entrance of a certain person and true happiness into my life. (that sounds corny) I hope I'm doing the right thing... What always got me through the hardest classes and most demoralizing tests has always been the goal I have to make this shithole world a better place through my education. It's almost becoming an obsession, my need to use the skills I've picked up in disease research and health to solve problems that shouldn't be problems. Basic health education to those that need it, combating diseases like tuberculosis that shouldn't even exist anymore, and researching cures/prevention/affordable treatments for diseases that ravage underdeveloped nations. Sure, that's only a small part of what's wrong with the world, but fuck it, that's what I'm good at. I'll work on these problems, and it's someone else's job to solve overpopulation, wars, oppression etc. The peace corps will let me do this. The connections the peace corps supplies after serving will help me get a job at the CDC or the WHO where I can continue to do that kind of work. So, I guess, when it's put like that, maybe I don't really have a choice after all.

I reiterate, growing up is fucking scary.