Isn’t it strange how life won’t flow, like a river, but moves in jumps, as if it were held back by locks that are opened now and then to let it jump forwards in a kind of flood?
— Anita Desai
Goddamnit all. Another blow to progress. The law of averages would suggest that eventually something has to fall into place, but then again, you all know how we feel about “laws” around here…
I try to feel fortunate for what I do have and for the support that keeps me from truly being homeless and destitute right now. It would be nice, though, to see a way out. And to not have that way out be suddenly overrun with a catastrophic deluge of bullshit and motherfuckery.
Rant over. Fuck it.
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“Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.”
– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I can easily get too caught up in the poorly written melodrama inside my own mind and forget that everyone has an oftentimes silent struggle with which they are dealing. Here’s a rare moment of mostly selfless empathy and encouragement to all of you who feel overwhelmed by or consumed with something vexing. You are a fucking rock star, and you’ve got this bitch! 😀