Sotd: lambourghini tears – Marc goone.
Rather uncharacteristicly I’ve used an actual title just in case this is one of those posts I actually want to come back to.
Yesterday I thought I’d check out that new years post I’d written where I set the goals for the year. That’s the prizes done (if not totally achieving my goal of 5, 4 is more than enough).
So this is the realizations of last night. I went out again and dunno just didn’t feel it this time. We talk about state independence but honestly the whole week had just been kinda one long state crash so that wasn’t good and just kinda lost it. I still had fun sure, but probably not as much fun as I had trying to find the way out of these woods nearish my house, getting my legs ravaged by prickly plants and nettles having forgone jeans in favor of shorts, finding an exit to discover a huge gate that was locked before retracting steps and ending up exhausted, itchy and cut.
But anyway this really has nothing to do with anything, I’ve remembered why I do this stuff, why I’ve ever bothered doing anything for myself and what makes me annoyed. I’ve skirted past the topic but never had a way to put it all succinctly and nicely. So I’ll start it with a quote I saw yesterday that I’d heard before but kinda just forgotten.