Monday Morning Commute: Now Is The Time For Panic
Monday Morning Commute! Another seven days or so have past since we last met. How is your existence? Persistent? Intermittent? Fleeting, flitting, between this Universe and the next? Sliding up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right through linear time-space? Another seven days or so have past since we last met. It’s weird, not really having anything to report.
My class and I had a discussion (as we are wont to do, every semester) about comfort versus happiness. Most thought that comfort is preferred to genuine happiness. Those who stay in relationships despite them being “eh”, those who stay at jobs despite them being “eh”, you know.
That sort of horse shit.
Cause why seek change, if you’re a nice shade of ennui-white? Cause why seek change if you’re settled into your seat aboard the banality boat?
But, I think I make the opposite mistake. I often correlate my own comfort with the idea that I’m doing something wrong. Well, if I’m comfortable, maybe something is wrong. What a tough way to live, though. Perpetual Existential Crisis. Perpetual Existential Questioning. So fuck it.
Maybe I should just pop the top button, eat the calzone, and enjoy the fact that I’ve checked off most of the boring ass moments on the American Dream™ Checklist.
I’m going to try and enjoy myself this week, I’m going to try and enjoy the fact that yeah, I have a wife, a dog, and a house. And maybe certain weeks melt so quickly into the NetherVerse. That’s fine, that’s okay, that’s acceptable.
Monday Morning Commute! Another seven days or so have past since we last met. What are you up to across the next seven?
Turbo Kid. 1980s ultra-violence coming of age insanity?
Start Reading Again:
Nemesis Games. Especially since I’ve finished The Expanse.
Eye In The Sky, with Eduardo Pluto.
A long weekend coming up.
Thanks, Patriots’ Day!
Wanting To Play:
The new Ratchet & Clank
The Rogue One trailer
Addicted To (Also):
You’re The Worst
That’s it for me, folks. What are you up to this week?