And so the world ended.
None who live today recall how it happened, or even that it happened. Therein lies the curious notion of ‘the end of the world’. How arrogant to assume the world ends when it is merely a world that ends. Another grows to replace it. Nature creeps back in to reassert herself in regions where she had been squashed. Once vast and shining cities crumbled. Monuments to the existence of those who built that ‘world’ now either stand completely concealed in vegetation, or have been reclaimed entirely by the earth.
The people who lived here have passed out of the memory of most all who have taken up residence. ...
I bought Ring Fit Adventure a couple of days ago, and immediately after, I had a serious mood crash where I just didn’t want to do a god damned thing. I ate only once that day (dinner) and then went almost immediately to bed. It SUCKED, but worse than that, I was beginning to fall into the trap I was afraid I would. I bought Ring Fit in spite of my concern that I would rarely use it, if at all, and it would end up collecting dust on a shelf somewhere, money completely wasted. Tuesday felt like a confirmation of that. ...
I’ve been dealing with a lot of self-doubt and shit like that this year. The pandemic hasn’t helped. Nor has our shit-lord of a president or his cronies and the extraordinary douchebags that support him.
I’ve questioned whether or not I belong anywhere, if my “skills” are really worthwhile, if maybe it would have been better if I hadn’t been born. Just your typical crisis of identity and purpose. You know… Tuesday.
And then I came across something on Twitter that really made me stop and think.