One thing coachella made me realize is that everyone tries way too fucking hard to be cool and to fit a certain image. It’s almost terrifying. Everyone dresses the same, acts the same, does the same drugs and listens to the same music. Their heads adorned with flower crowns and arms painted with dreamcatcher tattoos. People walk around like robot zombies lead by social media and pop culture, obsessed with taking the coolest instagram photo of their high waisted shorts and signature peace sign pose. Nothing about this experience was real, except the music. It was fantasy. This perfect little world where people care so much about coming across as free spirited and fun that they become quite the opposite. Trapped inside their superficial world of unreachable expectations. I never want to be cool.
Sitting down with a honeycrisp apple and a good play to read is a wonderful way to start out the day.