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I really don't want to admit how hard it is to keep my stitches together these days but the evidence, as they say, is mounting. For example, the episode herein.
The NYT might call it "A drizzly flea market bazaar excursion that ends with you realizing you locked your keys in the car." - 3 out of 4 Stars
C.Wut.Ahapnd.Wuz
Episode 39 of 53
How distant from organized religion have I been throughout life?
Answers to that and other questions you don't care about await you now, here, in this recorded diary.
I mean...if you have nothing better to do...seriously. You probably do...but it's your call so I'll just leave you to it.
C.Wut.Ahapnd.Wuz
Episode 38 of 53
Hi-ho-hi-ho no job for me to go d-d dum dum dum d-d dum dum dum hi-ho hi-ho-hi-ho.
C.Wut.Ahapnd.Wuz
Episode 37 of 53
Measured, balanced, self-assured, cautious...sober I think. I may have been a bit of these in my past, but never have I been the total package all in one spacetime reality. I had no idea I was even capable of that.
C.Wut.Ahapnd.Wuz
Episode 36 of 53
There is a limit to the abuse one can endure. Today that limit was realized.
C.Wut.Ahapnd.Wuz
Episode 35 of 53
I'm up to the job today, at least so far. Later on today or tomorrow, well that may be another story.
C.Wut.Ahapnd.Wuz
Episode 34 of 53
Out in the crisp zero degree weather this lovely morning my mind thawed out some cold memories of frozen yore that I had completely forgotten about. Yes, it's that cold.
C.Wut.Ahapnd.Wuz
Episode 33 of 53
73 minutes of meandering about alcohol, gambling and Zebra needing my help. Did I also mention how exhausted I am right now? I'm not sure anyone other than myself should even consider listening to this one.
C.Wut.Ahapnd.Wuz
Episode 32 of 53
My mood's so good I could be made of wood.
C.Wut.Ahapnd.Wuz
Episode 31 of 53
Has there been any progress minimizing my mistakes? Negative toast writer.
C.Wut.Ahapnd.Wuz
Episode 30 of 53
From the publisher's feed
Hello universe!
As always, my greatest hope in this lifetime is to somehow, some way, get the chance to see you performing at your absolute best.
That day may not be today... I get…
Plainly stated it's become a flustercuck. One that's emerging right now in full cluster. The worst part is that I saw it happening in real time and did nothing to stop it. The blame falls directly on me.
And quite fairly.
For most of my existence I ignored the signs of collapse as they begged to be seen. I pretended the chicanery running rampant across reality would somehow fix itself without intervention.
I watched as truth become maleable, destroying facts in the process. Personal integrity was now a sign of weakness. Reach across the aisle? For what? Only losers compromise.
Winners take all.
Societal accountability? Never heard of it.
I'm clearly at fault for letting things deteriorate the way they did through my decisive inaction. Agree on that we do. However, all of us are now permitting the beat down 21st century life has become.
We aren't winning. Not even a little bit.
We're all bruised. We're all bewildered. We're all rudderless. We're all living as diminished versions of the true selves we arrived here to become. We all know this isn't how it's supposed to be.
Are we ufulfilled fundamentally?
Yep. Sure thing. In fact absolutely positively.
But not broken.
Because never, will I ever, come to a point where I lose my faith in you.
What we are capable of accomplishing by working alongside each other is mind-blowing. Our creative potential knows no limits in this universe! None.
In fact today, together, let's embrace our best selves and bask in the fulfillment that inspires. My humanity is ready to ascend.
I hope yours is too!