existential crisis

Discussed my inertia tonight with Albert, conversation went well, although he seems to feel I may find some sort of salvation by volunteering to help build a house, or raise a barn, by doing something grueling and difficult and collective, and getting my hands dirty. An interesting idea, but I think maybe reading (or providing sexual services) to a senior citizen might be more up my alley. We parted ways over self-esteem, with him at one point saying he doesn't like people with low self-esteem, and me saying I have low self-esteem, and his replying that I don't. I do, but I'm also a bit of an arrogant snob, sometimes, and besides, I'm not sure that having too much self-esteem is any better than not having enough. I see a lot of self-satisfied, smug, doubt-free idiots out there every day of my life.

Also,, have a free pass to the opening of a new exhibit at the Canadian Centre for Architecture on Tuesday, the 13th. Last time I went to one, Phyllis Lambert herself was greeting people at the door. Would like to ask someone to go with me. We'll see.