Yesterday was the worst day of my past year for several reasons that I’m not going to get into (lol dirty internet laundry lol), but I feel like I owe the Internet an update.
So, Internet, this is what’s new:
*I cancelled my WoW account. Uh-gain. Lich King will probably suck me back in, but no promises. That’s right, this is the first thing on my list. Shut up.
*I am spending a lot of time alone. And thinking hm, maybe I should get out more. But I don’t like getting out more so I’m going to stop feeling like I need to. More often than not, I am very happy to just do my own thing.
*On a related note, I think I’m going to get married when I’m 46. I mean, thanks to Sex and the City, your 40s are the new 20s anyway and maybe my generation will get lucky and this trend will continue so i can be just below my prime forever. And it won’t matter that I’m not particularly mature and kind of a walking distaster because whatever, I still have growing up to do.
*Annie and I have been trading emails more than usual lately, and I am happier for having extra opportunities to revel in her brilliance. She spends her evenings playing connect four with hookers in Thailand yet somehow manages to fit me in, and for that I am grateful.
*Men in public in Durham are more disrespectful than anywhere else I’ve ever lived or even been. They are maybe on par with Italian men, except they don’t give you free gelato, so = lose.
*I officially like beer, after the long transition from hating it, to tolerating it, to drinking it if there was nothing else around, to enjoying one with dinner, to—well never mind. Next.
*I have been keeping it very casual with casualactivist.org, but I have a lot of stuff in the pipe that I’ll put out soon.
*My tree is growing again. It tried really hard to die after the transplant, but I love it too much for it to do that. I spend a lot of time standing on furniture to groom it.
*One of my best friends decided it was in his best interest to discontinue our relationship. Aside from sleeping poorly over it, the most noteworthy effect of this event has been a revision of my theory that living your life without apologies is the best way to go. I have downgraded this position to a much less controversial stance that it’s best for one to live his/her life in such a way that apologies aren’t necessary.
*A lot of stuff has disappeared from this blog, which is a very good reason to subscribe to it if you’re inclined. Unpredictable things happen and I realize that it might not be a good idea to broadcast my shitalking about x, y, or z. If history is a good indication of the future, I estimate that there’s a 25% chance that in the next week, I’ll be buying produce and touch hands with a friendly stranger, and we’ll hit it off over braeburn apples and it will turn out to be Kanye West and then shit, another post bites the dust.
*Which goes to illustrate my perception that I am hilariously bad at predicting the future. Nothing turns out like you imagine it will, but I still think it’s important to try to see things as they are, to live in the reality instead of the dream. This notion applies to pretty much every area of my life right now.
*I received word that someone I would much rather not share a city with has moved to Chicago. I am upset by this fact because I intend to move to Chicago myself as soon as my job stops being awesome, and aside from not wanting to live near her, I wonder if I knew this fact all along. I actually think I did, which somehow is really exacerbating these solipsistic thoughts i’ve been having. Which should be another bullet point entirely but since my audience for this post might very well all be in my head, whatever.
*I have done like 5 completely asinine things at/related to work this week. self_esteem++
*Tonight I got a call from 777-777-7777. I didn’t pick it up because I was pretty overwhelmed in that moment and thought nothing from that number could be good news. I was sure it was either a telemarketer or with a number like that, the President of the Universe (who would obviously be calling to let me know that he’d hand-picked me for a special mission of epic importance), and I wasn’t really prepared for either of those scenarios. But I checked my voicemail much later on and it turned out to be Annie, which was the best scenario of all. Damn my pessimism! Sorry I missed you :(
qqqqq. I’m going to be just fine. Just, be nice to me this week, okay?