To think about it, I've never make a book review. Something I should've done from long ago. Maybe, if I had made a writing about what I've read and what I've seen, I had a better chance to retain those memories. To be honest I almost forget whatever it is about the books I had read.

So, like the John's attempt do fall in love with life, this is my attempt to review. Even though for the past few months I find it hard to form a sentence.

The Anthropocene Reviewed starts from a spotify podcast John made, and after that maybe He decided to make the book out of it. Several topics has been covered in the podcast but there are additional essays you won't find outside the book.

To be honest, I didn't expect the book to be what it is after I finished it, and my opinion changes as I read. At first I thought this is a heavy read about facts on earth and environmental. Which was true since John covers a lot about that theme in the first opening essays. But on several essays later, the topic changes to random things he experienced, like his review about dr. Pepper, a hot dog eating contest, Indianapolis, viral meningitis, covid pandemic, etc. It rapidly changes from one to another, one thing doesn't change is this; all of it consist of John's experience or his opinion. So this is not just essays, but personal (emphasis on personal) essays. I myself would prefer to call it john's diary, since i feel like the book really personal to John. I can see from his personal point of view on life, on his past experiences, on his life, on his relationship to his brother, his kids, his wife. i really like it.

Reading The Anthropocene Reviewed was a fascinating and unique experience, it was funny and sad and hopeful too. It was a lot of things. But one thing, that it is hopeful. John takes us a journey how to feel what there is to feel while you live. Why you shouldn't look away from bad experiences. Why you should feel grateful to be a human being on this earth. To fall in love with life. This is the book i'll read on my darkest days, to remind myself why i have to keep being hopeful.

I have way too much quotes underlined in this book, but the winner is this; "We will build meaning wherever we go, with whatever we come across. But to me, while making meaning isn't a choice, the kind of meaning can be".

two months every semester break x 4 = 8 months. i have gap in between jobs (between graduation to private hospital 5 months, between the hospital to elnusa petrofin 7 months). 8+5+7= 20 months in total.

to tell the story a little bit clearly, this is a horrific cycle of my day for the past 2 months;

i got up late (6.45 ish)

get into shower and get ready super quickly, never a breakfast

then by 7.30 i hit the road to work (i move work to RPSL which consume 30minutes just to get there therefor an hour of my day just to commute to work)

hitting the road by 7.30 is a matter of life and death, to be honest. i have to keep my speed at least 60km/h so i can make it by 8. this is how i get to vision myself to death. on my way, i listen to song on my earset, like, haha things are not worse yet with you have to go teberak tekentut to work you also have to listen to music on the way so to make it a bit more dangerous, right?. on my way, as i keep the devilish speed an my music on, all i kept thinking; am i gonna be dead this morning? do i bring BPJS TK (work insurance) in my wallet in case i get into an accident? is this my third time late to work already? is my pay going to get cut this month because i'm late? my company have this rule to cut employee's pay if you late to work four times in a month. i think getting cut on my pay is not really bad to be honest, it's a little dent, i can live with it. but it's my integrity that is challanged. as an HR (blegh), it's really unwritten and uncommon rule for you to be the r0lE mOd3l haha yea right. i'm the queen of getting late to work but this time i have to be more discipline so i look good. which lead to the last question i asked myself on that road every morning; is this worth it?

then i do my work, 8 to 5, get home.

after arrived in home, i wash my hand and do chores, i sit down and play my laptop/phone until i look up see the clock, 10 pm already, or maybe 11, even 12.

then i grab my towel, nod on walid yelling "mandi malam terus" blah blah, i took a shower, and on bed ready to sleep by 1 am. those 6 to 10 pm i spend purely and seriously on my phone or watching movie, basically flush my time i could be doing something more, down the toilet. then before i close my eyes evey night i resent myself and promise tomorrow not to let this happen again

then, i open my eyes, 6.45. shit, gotta be hurry, and that whole cycle repeats itself again.

tonight i really, really want to make promise to myself, one that i can hold, dear self, if you really want to change yourself, then fuck sake change your habit. you can't go mad max fury road every morning and then cope yourself with tiktok and gilmore girls after work. for. the. love. of. god. fuck. do. your. things. do something else rather than living in the screen looking into a make up world and fake people on that movie. it's a source of entertaiment but at this rate i think i try to escape my life and reality by not handling things i should do and live somebody else's life on movies.