Maybe it’s the inconsistent coffee drinking, lack of real sleep, fear of the temperature in my bedroom dropping below freezing this winter, or that I’m so busy that I think of my schedule in terms of “pockets of time”. But I’ve been annoyed with just about everything. Here are some examples:
- The word “inhumane.” It’s confusing, as its usage feels inconsistent. One guy gets killed and it’s considered inhumane, but sending American troops to occupy another country is for the good of the people. This word is a trick.
- The sentence structure: “____ is not ___. It’s_____.” You’ve seen this on social media. It’s written in a serious tone and always reads to me like a person up on their high horse. You can picture their pursed, quivering lips, angry tears in their eyes. I always wanna say fuck you no matter what it is. Really, it could be “Sesame Street is not just a children’s show. It’s a school of kindness.” Oh yeah, buddy? Fuck you.
- People asking permission on reddit. I’m 43 is it too late to learn how to play drums? / I’m a violinist, am I allowed to play another instrument? / I’m studying Spanish, is it okay to study Japanese too? I’m gonna need you to say yes to the dress, babe. Stop asking strangers on the internet if it’s okay to try something new. Where did this nonsensical question come from anyway? I get that western society is a factory and that here, it’s okay to daydream but not okay to act. When I was in college pursuing an art degree, people would ask which coffee shop I was going to work at upon graduation. I worked at Caribou during school, you jerk. And the implication is that art is not a real job. It’s not in our society, especially with AI now. That’s a new topic, and you can probably guess my opinions on the horrendous nature of AI art. Anyway, a deep frown always appeared on my face when I spoke to those people. These are, after all, the saddest people I have ever come across. Worthy of simultaneous disgust and pity.
Back to my main point, whose permission are you after anyway? Surely not the losers who have slit the throat of their childlike wonder and called it “growing up.” What do you want to hear and why do you need to hear it? Uncook that pasta spine of yours and fortify your will. Start learning whatever you want and stop if you hate it. - My phone. I pick it up and it does not give me a deep sense of gratification or accomplishment. Neither does it give me calm or make me feel safe. What the hell am I addicted to you for, then? Why do I even look at you? Say hello to the wall!
Generally yours,
Eva
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