I tried to watch the Snoozerbowl. It didn’t hold my interest. The halftime show was flat, and not compelling. Not sure who watches anything for the “commercials.” Do you also not skip the ads on YouTube? You’re strange.

I tried to watch the Snoozerbowl. It didn’t hold my interest. The halftime show was flat, and not compelling. Not sure who watches anything for the “commercials.” Do you also not skip the ads on YouTube? You’re strange.
We set these ideals that we fail to achieve
Expecting of others what we won’t even give
The understanding, and forgiveness
For just being flawed humans
Wanting acceptance
But offering judgement
Demanding passion
But living within our walls
Holding tight to our comfort zones
And later regretting our inaction
Here’s a reminder to myself to not lose sight of what is important. Try to have patience with everyone, and all things. In time, things will come to fruition, or I’ll be dead. Either way is a-ok.
The very notion of conservativism is based on fear: fear of change, and the fear of death, and with that, the desire to stop evolution in its tracks. They want time to stand still for them, not realizing that there are generations that exist, and will exist far beyond their own lifetimes, that depend on evolution. Conservatives want to restore some imagined past glory, but stopping evolution means cutting off our future.
Maybe that’s a Buffalo thing? Always rebuilding but never quite getting there. The city, the economy, the sports teams, our lives.
Maybe it’s time to seek new destinations…
How the world can break under the weight of sorrow, but is a pain that is worth owning if only for the moments of love, and the risk spent in having love, and embracing the moments.
It’s not a war on Christmas, it’s a battle against obligations, and expectations. And those obligations, and expectations seem to increase every year.
Twitter on the other hand has become something I’m digging into deeper these days. I guess I go in cycles with that.
No matter what number is placed on my age some things simply don’t change. I still examine my life, and myself with the most critical of eyes. I still wonder, when examining how others respond to me, how I am failing them, and I see my flaws at every turn. I still spiral into bouts of depression, and struggle to manage to motivate myself even under the crushing weight of the thoughts of all that I need to accomplish. That is probably my toughest balance: convincing my brain to stop thinking such horrible things about myself, while the anxiety of failure, and not accomplishing what I need to do fuels that spiral like a warm ocean fuels a hurricane.
It is destructive when it finally hits land.
I’ve discovered I can save some time and effort writing using Google Voice in a Google Document and then copying it over. I might need some lessons on how to use Google Voice, because it doesn’t really follow my commands the way I’d like it to. and I am discovering 95% accuracy isn’t quite good enough.