It's probably the nicotine talking..
I don't think it's good for anyone to abuse any substance, whether it be coffee or cocaine or candy. However, I'm a firm believer in moderation and personal responsibility, so if you're willing to commit your time to researching a consumable drug of any sort (though I guess if it's a drug, it's already assumed to be consumable), then you're in a reasonable position to consume it, being fully aware of consequences. This is a disclaimer, and not the introduction to a rant on drug use and abuse.
I felt pretty grown up this evening, as I was running errands for the household, refilling 5 gallon water jugs with K.Flay blasting from my car behind me. The neighborhood pizzeria was having some promotional event just around the corner, it'd seem, as a giant red and blue domino danced on the sidewalk. It'd seemed pretty pleased with itself as friendly car horns blared as they passed it.
It felt good to be out and about. 7PM on summer nights seems to be a bustling hour, and I was oddly content as I struggled to get out of the parking lot of the small shopping center, noticing the early sunset light on the faces of the diverse drivers who'd joined me on this evening bustle.
I'd like to note that as I'd been filling the plus-sized water bottles, I'd been taking some sparing drags from my Juul e-cig., a beautifully designed piece of recreational hardware, only slightly annoyed as the breeze blew the menthol vapor into my unsuspecting eyes.
I'd like to attribute my contentment to the accomplishment of a chore, the fair weather, and the nicotine (though I'm sure the prior is responsible for my current state of nausea). I was able to sap some inspiration to finally get some original content online. I'd like to apologize to all 3 of my loyal subscribers for the lack of posts, but we all have a life away from these tiny glowing screens (hopefully). I hope to one day maintain this same positive inspiration without the use of a substance, and I hope the following reflections help build some of you up.
I felt pretty grown up this evening, as I was running errands for the household, refilling 5 gallon water jugs with K.Flay blasting from my car behind me. The neighborhood pizzeria was having some promotional event just around the corner, it'd seem, as a giant red and blue domino danced on the sidewalk. It'd seemed pretty pleased with itself as friendly car horns blared as they passed it.
It felt good to be out and about. 7PM on summer nights seems to be a bustling hour, and I was oddly content as I struggled to get out of the parking lot of the small shopping center, noticing the early sunset light on the faces of the diverse drivers who'd joined me on this evening bustle.
I'd like to note that as I'd been filling the plus-sized water bottles, I'd been taking some sparing drags from my Juul e-cig., a beautifully designed piece of recreational hardware, only slightly annoyed as the breeze blew the menthol vapor into my unsuspecting eyes.
I'd like to attribute my contentment to the accomplishment of a chore, the fair weather, and the nicotine (though I'm sure the prior is responsible for my current state of nausea). I was able to sap some inspiration to finally get some original content online. I'd like to apologize to all 3 of my loyal subscribers for the lack of posts, but we all have a life away from these tiny glowing screens (hopefully). I hope to one day maintain this same positive inspiration without the use of a substance, and I hope the following reflections help build some of you up.
Accomplishment is almost an antonym to Depression, as the opposite of emptiness is closure/fullness.
Don't let an argument end without an apology. It's a lot like leaving the dirty dishes in your room after an unpleasant meal.
It's usually not until you try hiding your flaws that they become most apparent. Insecurity is a magnifying glass.
Nobody's going to judge your blog's weird formatting techniques, so don't feel bad if you space out (That's gonna seem stupid to anyone who didn't watch me compose this, but I felt uncomfortable leaving only 3 analects).
I'm always looking for more sorbet poems and contributing writers and photographers for the blog. If interested, let me know!
~D
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