Pilot: Rum and Ritalin isn’t quite right
But I had the domain and “Klonopin and Kry” is just too sad, so let’s not. Plus, I’ve been sitting on the guilt of having purchased said domain for a half year now. That and I’m always thinking how I should write more/ write at all.
Am I writing because it was recently New Years and everyone knows that if you do new things when a New Year comes they stay with you forever? Yes, that’s some of it.
Is it because I not only enjoy writing but think I’m good at it? Partly. Just look at these sentences. Bite me Dan Brown. Where’s my check?
Is it because I’m… awesome? Obviously; that was a sick burn. Physically biting a geographically unavailable noveau-blogger in retaliation for a sick burn, and arguably at his request, not only takes a lot of work, but I truthfully, like any other eyes-having human being, rather enjoyed Dan Brown’s novels. I doubt he’d even have the time, anyway. But I feel my point drifting away.
More importantly, I feel a need to write, and I suppose the follow-up need to explain the original need in what’s quickly veered off to pick up a manifesto vibe…. BECAUSE I’ve found that often times if I’m angry or upset about something and I write it down in the best possible way I can come up with of describing it, I can process it as “dealt with” and move on to whatever new and haunting obsession had been thawing in the background.
I suppose I also want to write because I sometimes have opinions that I’d like to preserve. At best for no other reason than to remember them later on, at worst to narcissistically scream them over a public medium and perhaps attain the sweet rush of validation from Internet strangers. But… ~it’s never black or white… is it?~
[Ooh… Intrigue ;-) Note to self: Incorporate intrigue, it’s sexy and cool].
So… Rum and Ritalin. Well…
I do like Bacardi, which I don’t believe sits high on the liquor hierarchy, but Lana del Rey sings about it and that’s all the validation I need. As for the Ritalin combo iconically prescribed by Dr. Leo Spaceman on 30 Rock… no. I don’t need help putting my consciousness on overdrive, much less an ~impaired~ overdrive of dubious judgement calls. I can attain that state quite alright on my own as it turns out, requiring no Ritalin and no Rum. On the other hand, my ability to exist as a functioning human is sometimes indeed brought to you by Klonopin 1mg, but “Klonopin and Kats” is neither clever nor catchy. All of which to say… I may be needing to brainstorm once this domain expires.
There also exists in my mind an urgent desire to avoid becoming the kind of vapid, word vomiting human of the Faceplace. I would never want to drop pointless, self-serving, unsolicited and uniformed rants on Facebook. That’s embarrassing.
So I’m going to drop them here instead.
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Self assessment:
B- I don’t think blogs have pilots hunty. Isn’t this a “thinkpiece” platform anyway?
10/10 on intrigue, do that again.
