That has been my mantra this past week. It's been awful, but I can't remember it well enough to say why. Not because I was drunk (wish I was) just because I might have blocked most of it out.
Today I had an existential crisis brought on thoughts about a "crush" (shall we say) because I am a melodramatic over-thinker. I find I can't sleep well at night, my mind struggling to stay afloat against a tide of self doubt and worry. I actually have to sit down at night and relax, breathe deeply, meditate, that sort of stuff. Which is actually quite frightening. But probably more normal than I think. I am now starting to struggle creatively, which happens so often I am beginning to think I am not that creative. Or as a good a writer that I think I am. (Which isn't that high). The problem with me, right now, is that I am willing to learn but to learn I must self-teach, which really doesn't help anything, again refer to above for proof on that.
What really made today not that great was the untimely passing of one of my favorite authors: J.D. Salinger, of which I am reading (Franny and Zooey) I, even now, almost shed tears at this fact. I never knew an author I barely know about, never met, and hasn't written anything for fourty years could affect me so. It just seems like another dent in the already beaten, trashed American Culture. I grow weary of our popluar culture. Filled with clicheisms, and horrid stereotypes. Filled with the most inane garbage, I guess this truly is the "Information" Age. I really don't care about Robert Pattinson. Or most actors. I want to see them act, and see if they are good. Their life is THEIR life. Who are we to pry? I don't care what they do in their freetime. A libertarian view I find most people should adhere to.
I wish I had more evidence to back up what I am saying, but I think y'all generally know what I am talking about.
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