I don’t even know what day it is anymore of my social media ban/strike, whatever it is.  I’m starting to see shit.  Like…patterns.  Some things just sorta take a strange turn after you take a step back and look at shit objectively, rather than subjectively.

Maybe it’s the fact that I’m in my thirties that I’m starting to see how people really are weird.  I mean, it’s a case of the pot calling the kettle black for me, but I’m self-aware weird.  I know I am, and I’ve got nothing to fuckin’ hide.  I mean, I wouldn’t be a writer if I had shit to hide.  Being a writer means that you’ve gotta pull your pants down, show your bare ass to the world, and tell it to take its best shot (don’t seriously do this, ‘cuz you’ll get arrested, or worse)..

Or maybe I’m reading too much into shit and I need to just relax and play some videogames.