It's one of those days: Resist Despair.
It's not that things are bad, but they do not appear to be hopeful in any interesting manner.
I kind of want to use the internet like Twitter today; just leave my short comments and leave. I don't abhor Twitter per se, but there's so much noise out there in the Universe anyway, and nobody cares about what I have to say in comparison. Especially since I am not eating tasty sandwiches or pooping.
Even writing that 'joke' feels forced and kinda meh. Real writers wouldn't let that go.
In truth, the inclination to hide out is very strong. I guess I'm doing that already by staying at home, but I guess there's my conflict. The days when I want to go away and be forgotten, and the days when I don't. Which isn't much to aspire to, it seems.
Maybe I just need lunch. Everything seems better after lunch or a nap. I have a place to write and things ain't so bad.
It's not that things are bad, but they do not appear to be hopeful in any interesting manner.
I kind of want to use the internet like Twitter today; just leave my short comments and leave. I don't abhor Twitter per se, but there's so much noise out there in the Universe anyway, and nobody cares about what I have to say in comparison. Especially since I am not eating tasty sandwiches or pooping.
Even writing that 'joke' feels forced and kinda meh. Real writers wouldn't let that go.
In truth, the inclination to hide out is very strong. I guess I'm doing that already by staying at home, but I guess there's my conflict. The days when I want to go away and be forgotten, and the days when I don't. Which isn't much to aspire to, it seems.
Maybe I just need lunch. Everything seems better after lunch or a nap. I have a place to write and things ain't so bad.
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