It’s the longest day today. Halfway through the year, near as damnit. Might as well take stock.
I said, at the death of the old year (in a private group)
I don’t have any hopes, I don’t have any goals. I’m just marking time between now and my inevitable lonely death, discovered three days after the fact, the cat eating my face.
This has to change, but I don’t have the faintest fucking idea how to change it.
I forgot King Mob’s Rule.
You think about…how hard it seems to change any of it. And then it all changes, like everything else.
My changes have not been the result of Zen Buddhism or twenty tons of TNT (thankfully). Things changed anyway. And, for the most part, they changed for the better.
Trying just makes it worse.