End of 2024 braindump
What to do with all this mess?
This post is powered by a store-brand everything bagel, veggie cream cheese, cucumbers, and tomatoes. I was going to offer $100 for writers to buy books/submit to contests/etc. but that feels performative and self-serving for me instead of the community at large. Writers who cosplay as editors rub me the wrong way. Editors are more like you (a writer) than you think, vis a vis, the working class vs the ruling class. Where are the opps in your crusade? You seem to battle no one and everyone all at once. Unironically burning books of contemporaries and peeing on the ashes so we acknowledge something. I wish I could be one of those people who vanish for a year or so, come back unprompted, and magically, everyone is their best friend again. Could you imagine a more beautiful thing? If I see the word ‘ejaculation’ one more time in Wuthering Heights, I’m evicting everyone. Hey, guess what it’s primal scream in the middle of the woods season if you haven’t tried it yet I highly recommend especially with that crisp wintry air invading those mushy lungs. Meat Depot, LLC is opening again, and this time I’m doing it alone. Not surprised, with the record high of failure and avoidance I’ve been getting. How thin can you be spread until your atoms revolt? There are a lot of questions in this post and mostly I lift weights and run to answer these questions but lately, they keep coming back with more ferocity. I tried to sign up for BetterHelp but they’re such a scam platform. Someone give me $71,265 and you’ll get the best low-budget film I can offer. Don’t worry about the specific price tag, that’s none of your business. That’s ok, everyone’s spread thin, and I fear the worst in 2025, but on the flip side, there’s the ability to connect closer. I feel like my atoms are drifting apart from everyone else from 1 year ago, 2 years ago, 3+ years ago. It’s not a good feeling, my dudes. Maybe I need to start cold-calling old ‘friends’ again and see if I’m left on read or given an anguished life update that leaves me nodding my head, going, “That’s crazy,” repeatedly. I guess I could theoretically go hiking now, despite it being 20 degrees Fahrenheit plus wind chill. It’s also the season for pet cuddles every day and night, so that’s good. Cancel the subscriptions and raise the sails! Oops, you forgot to take your laundry out of the dryer for 3 business days now! The residents are angry! Everyone disliked that! While you’re out taking highlight reels for the gram, your apartment was broken into, ransacked, and pillaged. The village elders have decided to ostracize you upon return. When you return, high and mighty, there’s a new tenant in your apartment, calling the police at your aggressive confusion. Not a dollar to your name. Not a poem to be sung. No glyphs in the ancient tree. Your bones are found a century later by a new species. The marrow and sinews. There’s sustenance in you, still.