A couple of days ago, I started watching a documentary about so called influencers and people’s obsession with follows, likes, comments and fame on social media. The whole thing is, that I didn’t get to finish watching it, because I’m allergic to stupid people and my body started breaking out in rashes. It just annoys the living shit out of me, how so many talentless people want to be famous, just to be famous.
Next month is going to be one year since I started working remotely. At first, I enjoyed it a lot, because the weather was warm and I could go out for my smoke breaks, see friends and clear my mind. But once the dreaded autumn and winter started, everything went downhill for me, because even when I’m not working, I have to stay home doing shit. After a while, everything becomes fucking boring, TV, music, news, streaming services and social media alike. It’s just fucking crazy.
I enjoy writing short post because just like in real life, I like to get to the point and move on. Not that there’s anything wrong with a 1.5-billion-word post. Plus, according to a study authorized by Microsoft, the average attention span of humans is only eight seconds, so there you have it, yet another reason why I try to keep it under 100.
I remember how back in the days, even though I hated getting up early to go to school, I looked forward to the Saturday morning cartoon lineup. It was the only day of the week, when my mother didn’t have to drag me out of bed. It was so fun to sit in front of the TV with a big bowl of cereal. It’s just incredible how times have changed.
Because of the pandemic, working from home since mid March of 2020 hasn’t been easy for me, because there have been many adjustments that I had to do. The fucked up part is having to spend so much time inside, specially with all the fucked up negative news that goes around. I mean, how many fucking ways can they report that we are going through a pandemic? How many fucking shootings, rapes, murders, wars, natural disasters and so on can they fucking show us?
What the media wants us to believe is, that the world is coming to and end… But hasn’t it been since the beginning of time? I mean, what the fuck is wrong with the media? We are all going to die, it’s just a matter of when and how… but I sure don’t need to be reminded every fucking minute of every fucking day.
On and off I have been blogging for who knows how many years, but the thing about me is, that I’m not a mental health advocate, writer, author or anything like that, nor do I want to or plan to ever be. My thing is, that I do it to deal with my Bipolar II, OCD, weekend drinking and other shits by posting them on this here crazy blog of mine.
I was planning on not drinking for thirty days, but it was impossible because some family members and friends came over Friday and Saturday evening to play dominoes… With beers, so I did drink, but I’m happy to say that I didn’t go on a bender. As a matter of fact, I went to bed early and didn’t drink on Sunday.