Somewhere in the last few years of this blog, I got really, really boring. Like, eye-wateringly boring. I even just read over some recent posts and threw up a little in my mouth.
When did I start giving a fuck about light? AND PLEASANT WEATHER? Is it because I had children? And stopped sleeping/being a functioning member of society? Have I forgotten how to talk about interesting things? I didn’t think I had, but there’s the damning evidence I once wrote something about cushions.
I’ve suspected there’s been something wrong for a long time. I couldn’t quite pinpoint the source of the misery, but it had something to do with beige-ing up the place, and I blamed it on my email inbox. And while that’s at least 43.9% of the problem, it can’t be the whole thing. I thought maybe it had something to do with being administrative instead of creative, perhaps. I just read over that post, though, and felt exactly like this:
And in my sleep-deprived, ass-wiping, email-answering fog, Is it possible I’ve gotten… serious? I’m even boring in real life! I hope I can figure out how to turn this shit off.
Nothing like a little inspiration! I think laughing at people who aren’t trying to be funny is good for the soul. If I had a soul, maybe.