a 6-pack of beer is the perfect amount. How’d they know? I guess that’s their job. I’m writing on this Grammarly software now and I’m already kind of pissed at it. They’ve already found “3 writing issues”. Good thing this was free. and now I’m done with it.
There we go, back on my liberating, all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world blog. Blog. Couldn’t they think of any other word to use for words on the internet?
Speaking of Millennialism, I did something drastic today. I called up Spectrum, my internet provider, and cancelled. They put up a good fight, offered a free TV box (for the first year!) or something. I held my ground. Starting in 5 days, the end of my billing cycle, I will have no internet. As well as Netflix, Hulu, Youtube, etc. I’m unplugging the Mcbangin’ 75 inch TV I bought a few months ago. Not selling it (c’man now), just letting it sit there holding the living room together.
I’m simply taking a break from having wifi; Vegging off wifi. When I need to upload something (for my job!) I’ll go to the coffee shop across the street. Done. The goal is to force myself to resort to books for entertainment when I’m bored. Reading is one of those things that doesn’t quite reward (entertain) you until you’ve sat down and got into it for at least 10-20 minutes. Like one of the 1800s western water pumps, you gotta put in a little effort, it’s not instant. But then you get sucked in and absorbed and it’s somehow better than a screen. Symbols on a page stimulating our mind with beautiful simplicity. Like Stand-up or the White stripes. Simplicity. Japan.
Of course, there’s a balance, and this is just an experiment. We’ll see how this goes, I can never tell. It’s always 50/50 for me when it comes to setting long-term goals. “4. Read More”
Hell, only pussies type things like that last paragraph. Will I ever learn to commit? Am I too hard on myself? Do I think too much?
Yes to all 3! Let’s learn to commit today.
A good friend told me the other day, “We’re never really free.” This was after I said, “What about free agency?” which was a response to her telling me to “take care of [my] health.” That was a good reminder. Self-discipline is freedom. You’ve heard that before somewhere. Most people have this line swimming around their subconscious.
Played some Death Cab in the background as I typed this. God damn they are kind of a bunch of whiny-bitch-as-pussies aren’t they. I guess everyone has their place though.
Finally got into Bukowski. His face and quotes scrambled across buzzfeed and instagram have always beckoned me to put him on the back burner. Started actually looking into his stuff (which now that I think about it, is really kind of a miracle, and completely random yet feels like destiny) after a long, fast night of solo-vodka shots with blue monster and it’s now 4am and I can’t sleep but I’m reading some of his stuff finally and it’s all finally hitting me. This is my guy. It was a book of poems that my friend let me borrow almost a year ago and I just so happen to pick it up and bring it to bed with me to help me fall asleep. Screens keep us up! Books help us sleep. I just kept reading and reading though. It soothed me. It inspired me. He inspired me. This was the kind of writing I enjoyed. First-person-bloggy-observational-Catcher-Rye-angsty-drunk type stuff. I felt like writing again.
So here I am. 🙂
Thanks For Reading,
Los Angeles, CA