Mr. Worthington called pretty early this morning and asked me to come by the Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters. I can't say much, my contract doesn't let me, but let's just say, if this works out it will be the most amazing experience ever.
Everyone at the School is absolutely amazing and nothing less than friendly.
I can't say much, but I'll be out of town for another couple of days. Roger, Mimi, Collins, if you're reading this, take your AZT. Joanne, thanks for the legal advice and keep Maureen out of trouble. I'll call if I can.
- Music:Kids Doing Homework
Gave up talking to Collins and trying to make him see.
I went back into Buzzline to cut up the interview.
This is the result.
Hope this works.
It airs tonight.
-Mark( After 6 Hours of EditingCollapse )
- Music:Commercials on Buzzline
He screamed at me for hours.
Or at least it felt like screaming. I'm sure that his actual tone was the calm one that he always uses. The one that makes you feel like you're five or so.
It's easier to pretend that he's yelling. It gives the illusion that he doesn't think that he's so utterly in the right.
Did I mention that I snapped? That I turned around and yelled at him, told him that he was nothing more than a fucking gay anarchist with a bunch of pipe-dreams.
The words just---I didn't have any control over what I said. I just did. I just said it and now I sort of regret it.
But not as much as I've regretted other stuff in the past.
It almost felt good to yell at Collins.
So good that I stood my ground and didn't move.
And for the first time ever, I watched in a sort of surreal way, Collins walk away from a fight.
Suddenly, I know how Benny felt. How Benny feels, probably every day since he left this dump for Westport.
There's this great divide, between assuming all Rich People are Yuppie Scum, and realizing that it's a stereotype.
Benny jumped. He jumped across the divide and ended being a Yuppie Scum. But now I get it. He's just trying to make a living. Trying to stay aloft so he doesn't end up back here, without heat, sharing an apartment with people who you love but aren't in love with.
Maybe you have to sell out to survive? Or maybe selling out is just an idea that we create for ourselves to justify our life style. Well I may be cold, but at least I didn't sell out to the man.
I hate this. Yesterday I wouldn't have questioned any of this, wouldn't have looked back at my lifestyle choices and said things like "Maybe saying you won't sell out is just an excuse not to do anything with your life."
And now that I've sold out, can I ever undo it? Or when I sign that contract, will I be forever condemned as Yuppie Scum too.
- Music:Silence (The Most Terrifying Sound Of All)
This is the first time ever that I've needed to tell Collins to get his head out of his ass. I mean this is the man that I look up to. He's only a couple of years older than me, but I've always seen him as the big brother I've never had and always wanted.
It saddens me that the man whom I viewed as the most openminded in the world is so closeminded about this opportunity that I've been given.
Look it up in a dictionary Mark, Warren Worthington is what's under the heading, Corporate Scum.
Maybe I'm being niave again, but I don't get that sense. You can't be that outspoken about something that's considered evil, and still be scum. Unless what you're speaking out about is evil. But I suppose it's all relative. Its all relative according to your belief system.
See that's it. Collins and Worthington don't have a different belief system, they're just talking about different types of bad blood.
But it all comes down to genes and DNA.
Being Gay and being a Mutant are very similar. Both are uncontrollable. Both are scary things that we don't understand. Both diseases (because really, if you're going to call being a mutant a disease just because someone has the ability to read your mind, you might as well call being gay a disease cause someone has the ability to like their own gender.) are things someone can learn to accept but can also being your downfall.
Hell, being alive can bring your downfall. You're in the wrong place at the wrong time and maybe, just maybe someone's going to drop a large piece of tinder on your head.
So really, no one's safe, and everyone who fights for one thing you can't change because you your DNA should fight for everything you can't change because of your DNA.
Skin Color, Genetic Defect, Sexuality.
We have no control.
Our bodies work against us, while we're still in the womb.
Defining who we are in society by banding together in different ways.
A Y here, an X there, makes all the difference.
Humanity's no help either.
But really, if you cracked us all open and broke us all down,
No one would be able to tell.
We'd also lose our unique identity, but there'd be no prejudice because everyone would just be microscopic strands of DNA.
Many, many microscopic strands of DNA, which could be blown over by a strong wind. And then not only would we not be unique, but you wouldn't even be able to tell whose DNA was whose.
Maybe then we could spread it out a little more evenly.
Great skin, not to dry and not to greasy? Have a learning disability.
High IQ? Be Gay.
One positive and One Negative.
But then how would we define Positive Traits and Negative Traits.
I'm proud of my glasses, and like my babyish face. But someone else, would die if they had to wear glasses.
So would glasses be positive or negative.
Nevermind, I have to go talk to Collins. Maybe an offering of Vegetarian something will make do as a peace offering...
- Music:Collins, raving to---someone?
Close on Mark, who's heading out now to do an interview with Warren Worthington III.
I really cannot express how much I don't want to do this interview. Collns knows about this guy. He's read just about everything there is to know about him, and he seems like so sort of Quasimodo type reclusive with not much to say. Or, judging by his photos, a pretty boy front man type with no brains.
Not that all pretty boy front men are stupid and lack brain cells. The ones I know (meaning the ONE I know) are actually pretty smart.
Don't know what else I can really say except I really hope he doesn't reveal just how stupid Buzzline is for believing that those pictures of him aren't fake...