I've done weeklies for articles or comics, but never a daily - so HBM was a personal 90-day challenge. The world is "so 2020" right now and it's time to wonder, what's the point? Wherever that tent is - hopefully a big pillow fort with WiFi - it looks cozy. The end?
How does an introverted genie act? Also, can ghosts "ghost" each other? So many questions that go unanswered. I need a new therapist - my imaginary one isn't cutting it anymore.
The first time I remember visiting death was age 3. I fell down a flight of stairs and cracked my head open on a brick chimney. If I've really just been in a coma all these years, consider this my consent to opt out.
An absolutely annoying aspect of my life is the sheer volume of thoughts and ideas I have at night - especially between dreams - that I feel obligated to write down. Like this one. It feels like torture.
I was raised by extroverts, but genetics made me an introvert. No matter how adequately developed my interpersonal communication skills appear to be - the antisocial demons inside of me want out.
I think my limited supply of cares for our planet full of people is nearing empty.
I think I recently suffered a horrific accusation. At first, I was deeply offended. But then? I was weirdly amused. Why? Because it meant I was right for once. (Or I've completely lost it. Either way. I'm good.)
The present state of my relationship with the world. At least I can now die in peace knowing the Browns finally made the playoffs - for the first time in 18 years. Good enough 2021. Good enough.
I make recurring character cartoons in bunches. But I limit them to one post per week. And then I forget I made them. I want an anti-social VR bubble - no more tiny pangs of guilt from ignoring people!
{B} I am a pure, anti-social introvert. I do not need people. But I will behave like an extrovert. If motivated. By something. Or someone. Which is why I have confused many, many people throughout my life.
If it has people, Heaven sounds like Hell to me. Pet afterlife is where I want to go! Which is where my parent's dog went Easter weekend. For my dad? He lost my mom all over again. And it took me a week. To get this.
From time to time I get this notion that we, as a species, are worth saving. But humanity never fails to convince me otherwise. Would I volunteer for abduction into the unknown? Absolutely. Without hesitation. Come what may.
I can get trapped "mirroring" emotions. So. I went outside. And experimented with this thing called "manual labor". Followed by something referred to as "exercise". Does anyone remember the "before times"?
I had died once a death; Suffering - descent into Hell; Then I blithed in content; Rapturing - all cares from my soul. But was I resurrect; Allured - rose by Siren's spell; Now I woe in lament; Damned - eternally a fool.
When I was a kid, my weekend television was spent watching whatever my father watched. Usually WUAB 43. Classic rerun TV. Godzilla, Star Trek, westerns, war movies and - The Twilight Zone. Nope. No influence whatsoever.
Moving on. I guess. From being an idiot. You'd think I'd be used to it. As it's a common enough occurrence. Anyway. The Explorer, Genie and Bo return. They find an alien time machine. And contemplate. Options.
Someday? I will be a news blurb about a mummified hermit found in a cabin in the woods. And I would take the over on the number of cat nibbles and dog bites. Hey! No judging! Who hasn't used sheets as curtains?!?
While I was building my house, I spent ten months living in my RV. And that is how I plan to live out my remaining days. As a nomad. With a dog. And two cats. Living in a tiny box with wheels. When? Soon ...
An experience few will ever understand. When it's good - it's very good. But when it's bad - it's very, very bad. Distractions are the key to longevity. As I have seen many go down dark alleys ... never to return.
THIS is probably not terribly original. But. 'Tis my mood. So. What does it take to achieve inner peace? Just spend a few moments meditating on the fact that the world does not care if you exist. Then? Reciprocate.