So, here’s the thing….
I’m aging myself here, but there was a wannabe fascist, Republican POTUS in the White House the last time I maintained a regular blog.
Oh.
Awkward.
Um, anyway — at the time my blog posts were liberal polemic and leaned into some of the very worst excesses of the time. Bush, Jr. was the worst ever, he was a criminal, I couldn’t believe people voted for him twice, blah blah blah.
You know, I need stop doing that to myself.
Anyway, I have been in the throes of an existential crisis for the last five years. I gave up on being a writer. I’ve felt untethered, aimless. I spent far too much time on social media, hours lost on doom scrolling and becoming embroiled in petty clashes, vague feuds.
It has not been fulfilling. If anything, it has raised my already precarious blood pressure.
(Is he ever going to get to the point?)
Trust me, my girlfriend asks this question constantly, and the answer is always no. Anyway, I don’t want to write about politics, I don’t want to be another old nerd whining about the decline of pop culture.
I just want to write. And enjoy it. Even if my audience is three people. Even if I’m the only one who enjoys what I’m writing.
Aging, grief, and the world descending into madness led to me forgetting what kept me alive for the formative years of my life.
I plan to reclaim that, somehow.
As the cliche goes — watch this space.
