I haven’t posted a selfie in a while, maybe I’m a lizard now. You have no idea.
I don’t like it when people present their opinions as fact. None of us know anything, we’re all stupid mounds of flesh just getting on with getting on. Swapping ideas is lovely but shaping ideologies is risky. It’s why I always like to end posts like this with “or you know, whatever.” Or you know, whatever.
Writing is on hold because my keyboard has broken, just ordered a new one though.
On the plus side I now have an ending I’m happy with, so yay. Probably another 20,000-ish words to write, I’d love to finish it by the end of August this year. I’ll feel 1000x more comfortable about calling myself a writer if I’ve self-published an e-book.
I don’t know why people think taking recreational drugs is cool. It’s not cool or uncool, it’s just a thing, like anything is just a thing. We’re all just little things doing things until we can’t thing anymore.
All three drugs get me thinking but with LSD I’m too busy exploring my consciousness and with weed I can’t be bothered to pick up my phone to type. Alcohol however makes me want to be loud (digitally speaking) and express my opinions. No wonder we all hate each other if we spend the weekends drinking and shouting our useless opinions (see this post) at each other instead of finding ourselves and discovering how we connect to other people.