I wish I could live correctly, but instead I find myself spending my free time doing work-work, and the interstitial time wondering where my free time has gone and how to get it back by declaring PTO (paid time off) on my timesheet so I could go out into the world and get an atom …
Category Archives: Journal
Needed not wanted
Sometimes I just want to be in a space where no demands are placed on me. This is where I turn off notifications and devices and leave groups and turn off lights. Just let me have, like, five fucking minutes of peace, ok?
Slip
Over a month since my last post, and today’s the last day of June, so I should probably make a post. Not like there are any ad metrics to game, but ok. Lot on my mind, and it’s all white noise. TV static. June hasn’t been kind.
Middle Bar
How have I managed to get this far in life without ever needing legal representation or counsel? Either I’ve had significant luck, or I’m perpetually so middle-of-the-road that I’ve taken no chances or gotten in a bind. Amazing. Given that I’m a self-proclaimed engine of mediocrity, my drive toward baseline homeostasis and inoffensive balance serve …
Stasis Impending Oasis
Going forward, I will refer to my bachelor apartment as my Stasis Chamber, because nothing grows, nothing moves. There is no breath of life here. That’s technically not a bad thing. Considering how poorly I handled having a girlfriend wreck things and add too much life, stasis doesn’t sound so bad. Maybe a little life? …