The reason I don’t succeed in life is because I don’t go to sleep before midnight and wake up before six, but that’s just what Drill Sargent Dad tells me. Of course he’s not real. But he is a mental reflection of those of you who would say, “Well, yeah, obviously.” And I write this …
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So what do you do when your hobby no longer brings you joy? What then, when you stare at your materials on the desk and feel a pang of guilt about them still sitting there, undisturbed, gathering dust for weeks. What do you do to get out of the rut? How do you destroy expectations …
To Feel Love
I’m going to write about a dream. This morning, I had a fucked-up dream. I was in love; this girl and I were hanging out. Something small was in bloom. As dreams go, she dropped out of the plot as I went elsewhere. I was in a big house, ostensibly a place I lived in. …
Destruction, Anniversary.
Three days ago, I had a dream where I was hanging out, drinking or whatever. Surrounded by friends. And I managed to smoke up an entire pack of cigarettes. With much aplomb. I felt guilt, regret. Then I woke up, took a breath. Realized that it was only a dream. After all of this time, …
Returned, Relieved, and Repetitive
As hoped, I made my return to Austin before midnight sunday night; it was 11pm exact when I cruised into my apartment’s lot. I made decent time on the drive: 6 hours, 24 minutes. In the past, that would have normally been six hours flat; now that I had a speeding ticket, I’m paying a …