4 October 1999
There’s another reason my friend Stan insisted on me going online. It’s after our get together with a group after a party. We were dancing, or I was working and dancing, they were having a party and I was there, being me. I am not drinking alcohol and not doing drugs. That’s one of the rules I wanted to obey my parents with when I wanted to live the life of a go go dancer. I still live at home, but I do have sleep overs quite often at one of the dancers or other friends.
Like the ones I was with a couple weekends ago. Even though they seem silly, some of them are extraordinary thinkers. Or wait no, they are opinionated. Thinking they know the world while in fact they do not. I don’t think I know everything, but I question everything. There’s a difference.
So that night we sat together and again everything was about Clinton, Monica Lewinsky and even Princess Diana. Somehow her death is still haunting some, especially the ones who do believe it’s not an accident. I am one of them, but I am not surprised she got killed. Not because of the photographers and press who were haunting her, but because of her actions like that interview, her work for the attention of land mines and AIDS. She was different, she was about love, empathy and truthfulness. Things a world that is built on lies and deceit can’t live with.
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