I don't do things like being in the present, enjoying the moment, feeling happy and similar shit. In part because I don't want to and in part because I'm not able to, which is presumably interrelated. Despite my relentless cynicism, I was surprised by the experience of a sort of a transcendental moment. It involved … Continue reading What I Hated the Least Today 217/365: My Cute Cat
This is going to be another mental post. Sorry about that. It's not every day that you're freshly released from the madhouse though, so I'm naturally full of it. I normally focus on what I failed to do rather than on what I managed to do. Because logic. When I did it, it requires no … Continue reading What I Hated the Least Today 216/365: Brave
During my delightful stay in the psychiatric ward, I picked colouring mandalas. It wasn't as much by choice as rather by force. Obligatory therapy. I hated it to start with. Then I got the hang of it somehow. I still maintain that colouring is an activity suitable for five-year-olds and idiots, if you pardon me, … Continue reading What I Hated the Least Today 215/365: Mandalas
We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and—in spite of True Romance magazines—we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. ― Hunter S. Thompson The first thing after I wake up is to look at my phone, with anxiety, … Continue reading What I Hated the Least Today 214/365: Bloggers
I've always known I'm crazy. What's new is that now I'm certified crazy. If you're concerned that the condition might be contagious, I advise that you keep clear of this place. I was wondering the whole summer how long one can last a fourteen-or-so-hour workday every day before ending up in the mental asylum, and … Continue reading What I Hated the Least Today 213/365: Madhouse
In response to Cardinal Guzman's Changing Seasons challenge.