At our wits’ end, if it had one.
As the months go by, the next impedement in life approaches. I fear this one in particular not because it's something I haven't faced, but moreso the fact that many things depend on the success of this one task. Could you say I'm feeling the pressure of relying on a best-case-scenario? Personally, this blog is probably a testament to worse things that've happened. In the meantime, I'm currently planning a plot to get me through until Movember.
So what else is new since our last pain-wracked post on this belatedly updated blog? Well, it's a public holiday today apparently, so here I am posting something for all your crackheads fans out there who can't get enough of this stuff I'm typing. And yes, I am still continuing the *other* blog, albeit the lustre of its content is starting to dull a bit.
In a more long-term sense, I am feeling some pressure to dive into the world of adult content, only to drown shortly after. Before you get all technical with me on what "adult content" is, let me just clarify that is SPECIFICALLY FOCUSSED on matter like cooking ability, new home options, actual hobbies. You know, things adults assume about each other at a generic social gathering.
While I am taking things one step at a time (see the first paragraph of this post), it still concerns me that I still don't have a reaction plan for these things. That is, what is my expected best case scenario? The all-inevitable worst case scenario? Variables to consider? Some might think I'm overthinking and hyper-analysing some of life's most trivial matters. As with most things discussed on this blog, we'll turn this issue inside-out like a deep-fried turducken if we need to. Because what else is there to talk about these days? Politics, news, memes... It's all been done before.
And as I watch into the near-eternal sunset of time, I sigh heavily and cry a single tear as I think the thought: "Why do I have to be in this predicament?". Admittedly, I am the primary reason I am in these problematic situations, almost as if it's the call of destiny to strive frivolously for the next mirage that the desert of life has to offer. Perhaps I was better off giving up from the get-go? And then risk the loss of what could have been the next National Treasure? Yeah, the thought of Nick Cage didn't seem to help.
But nonetheless, we have no choice but to march on. In failure or success, for friend or enemy, time cares little for its participants. I think I've been on this morose road before last year, to which similar thoughts were thought of. I guess the only real option is to pick ourselves back up and walk the lonely road, the only one that I have ever known.
'Til next time, young padawan.
Who knows. Most probably the worst is yet to come.
