I don’t know if this has always been the case, or if it’s a new thing. Almost every night, as the sun sets, I find myself getting increasingly worried about things that range from unlikely to extremely unlikely. It’s as if the sun represents hope and possibility, and as it sets, I feel like yet another day has gone by, and I have too little to show for it. I don’t really have a clever rejoinder, other than to say Carpe Diem!
Often, I find myself feeling conflicted: on one hand, I’m relieved to be alive, and I’m further relieved my ex left me. Some people have been extremely good to me, too. I should keep that in mind, for _sure_. When I add it up, I feel extremely fortunate. At the same time, I would’ve preferred…
Let me just start by saying I love my dog. In addition to this, I’m extremely fortunate to have her (even tho she can be quite a handful—now, for instance). Moreover, I’m supremely grateful I’ve prioritized having a rich inner life and numerous interests. In an episode of The Twilight Zone, there’s a guy who…
As I mentioned, a couple years ago (almost), I experienced some strokes, and I was hospitalized for a couple months (during which time, Queen Elizabeth died, in case I wasn’t confused enough). Anyway, during the time I was drugged in the hospital, I spent some time hallucinating. Specifically, I thought leather was made from human…
Or maybe they already have. For those of you who are a certain age, you probably remember the unabomber aka Ted Kazynsky. You see, Ted was a pretty smart guy. He went to Harvard and then he decided to leave society behind and become an anonymous mail-bomber. I guess this is why he’s only “pretty”…
Admittedly, this all could be my own misinterpretation. Or maybe this is a stage in life I’m experiencing. When I was in college, about exactly 20 years ago, I wanted to make a bunch of money, so that I could perceive myself as successful and have nice things. This would, in turn, make me more…
I’ve potentially used this title already, but I’m thinking it again. I’m reading _The NFT Handbook_ (cuz I may be a dumbass too), and I’m reading about the advent of the NFT, which entails learning about “breeding” digital cats for cash. When I learn this type of stuff, I become sad. Once upon a time,…