More and more events tell me to walk away. Use the laptop for finding a job and walk away from the rest of it.
This will not have a happy ending if you don't, Jo. It won't be if you do, either.
I love writing. Is there a way to write and save someone else's soul? Or am I the perpetual child, the one who saw an optical illusion in the media and started to protest a supposed mirage?
I have two default modes: humor and finding patterns in the cosmos. Both require a great deal of trust in myself. Trust erodes when pieces add up.
I don't think I need to walk away. I think I need to set up rules for my own internet use. And then walk away from what I don't understand and what makes me feel like Forrest Gump at the prom.
My anger is aimed at me, folks. This over-exposure to a media outlet that is not the solution is my fault for painting it to my mind as a box to fight my way out of. Read. Respond. The nature of the response is about to change.
This guy saved my soul tonight. I'm not alone.