Liposuck

I'd like to get some. Liposuction, I mean. Get my love handles removed and the fat around my stomach. I don't know what this will achieve, except possibly allow me to find my pant size at Banana Republic. I guess it would make me look normal, naked. Right now, I look like I swallowed a gigantic donut. Or like one of those pythons who have swallowed a goat.

The other side of me, doesn't want to get it. Sort of as a 'Fuck You' to the image-driven world we live in. I'm against being image-driven...at least, until I get a flat stomach and then I'll be for it.

In a sense, that's why I don't really believe in causes. I think I'm a true agnostic. People lose interest in causes that don't affect them directly. Look at Carni Wilson after she lost the weight. Before that, she was all about promoting a positive body image. Now, she doesn't give a shit about fat people. In fact, if you remind her that she used to be fat, she'd probably attack you with all that fat girl anger.

I ramble. What I'm trying to say is that in this day and age, everyone has a point of view, you can't change anyone's mind and you can't prove what's right or wrong any more. It's all become so fucking convoluted, I don't know which way is up anymore. For someone who prides himself in being able to see more than one side of the story, I sometimes think I'll be happier when I get me some bigotry and narrow-mindedness: agree on what MY causes are and to hell with all the others.

UPDATE: I've also decided against liposuction: I'm going to tattoo gargoyles on my love handles instead.