Ramble On: Winter 2025-2026 Edition
We all bleed red. There is a collection of Mr. Potato Head video games for PCs. If you only save/bookmark (and never like) content from your feed on Instagram, then you can go into your saves and delete all/some when your algorithm is no longer suiting you. Call for a bloody good time. Fading in and out of existence. Winter sunrise. Playing Tchaikovsky while in moderate LA traffic makes it seem like all of the cars around you are dancing in a ballet. Cold moon. A ridiculous amount of Pokémon knowledge. Remnants of yesteryear. “This is what happens to those who leave a life of solitary contemplation and choose to come to dwell in cities among people full of infinite evil.” Excerpt From Leonardo da Vinci, Walter Isaacson I wonder how much time I waste deleting emails every day. Top (Secret) Ramen. Delete. Delete. Delete. Points for using “besmirched” in daily conversation. Parmesan cheese has starte...
Curl into and live. Do not crumble, stand. 🎂
ReplyDeleteThis is so stupid that I’ve gone back and forth with even deeming it worthy of a response.
ReplyDeleteDo not correct my emotions. Do not come here offering unsolicited advice. Do not give me orders. But most of all, do not do any of these things without reading/understanding/acknowledging all of what I’ve written.
You’ve picked apart my words to make yourself look good/encouraging, but you completely missed the entire message of what I’ve said.
And you even waited to do so until the day of my birthday.
I did not mean “die” in the literal sense. I meant it in the way of being comfortable with a person to the point of being fully relaxed around them -- I meant being able to rely on someone. It actually has nothing to do with any specific person, it’s a concept.
Crumbling is a sign of rebuilding and healing – a sign of emotional processing and moving past traumatic bullshit. A sign of course correction. Crumbling is often necessary and healthy. I’m acknowledging a process, not saying that it’s defeating me. I am capable, despite the difficulty of having to rewire certain things. Basically, this entire thing is about trusting myself again and moving on.
“I am the missing strength.”
All I do is stand. Get out of my way.