Listen, I get it. This is a 2006 blog in a 2024 world.
People don’t want to hear about your whining, or your ideas on hope and achievement.
I’ve some interest in that stuff, but once you’ve read the basics of things intended to inspire you, and you’ve moved beyond it, because you realize it actually sets unrealistic, non-real world expectations (requiring riches and bitches, as I like to say), that for most of us, it makes you feel bad.
Unworthy.
So, it becomes about finding the softer voice, the one that speaks to you without imposing its own views of success. Success isn’t a requirement of happiness. Neither is money or love or great sex with girthy members or gravity-defying breasts, or whatever you’re into.
(Both? Simultaneously? On the same person?)
These are nice to haves.
Right now, I’m writing about the crushing weight of the world, or the way trauma knocks us off our axis and fucks up our magnetic fields, so we’re forever pushed away from the thing we want most.
And it sucks. That sucks.
(Not the writing part – the crushing weight/trauma part).
It sucks that people, like us, like me, like many of you, have to go through this. And sometimes, it doesn’t get better.
I’m not sure what hope I could offer. There will be some good times, but it might not go away. It doesn’t, for a lot of people. Some eighty-year olds still bitch about how their parents messed them up.
A lifetime has passed to get over it. Why are these things still dictating behaviour?
But they do. They still do.
They fuck you up, your mom and dad.
Not my mom and dad – I fucked myself up. I’ll take credit for that.
Target: 300 words
Written: 1143 words, novella: The Mungk
Read: Yours, Cruelly, Elvira (way better than you'd expect, given, but then, I've always been fond of Elvira - even as a child, she gave me tingles in parts that maybe shouldn't tingle at that age, but then, I was always girl crazy - see above note about gravity and defiance - her humour was equally sexy though - like a dad joke with boobs. Anyway, it turns out, she's pretty cool, and she's lived a hell of a life.)
Comics: Fight Club 2 8-10, Fight Club 3 1
Music: You've Come A Long Way, Baby, Fatboy Slim, A Jackknife To A Swan, Mighty Mighty Bosstones