January 2025
Let’s be honest, everything fucking sucks. I know why, you know why, let’s not rehash the bullshit.
Instead, I want to talk about what I’m alive for. I’m alive for my cat. I’m alive to watch movies with friends. To eat good food. To sleep in on a cozy morning. I’m alive to drink hot chocolate during a snowstorm. I’m alive to listen to music and to sing in the shower and to draw bad comics. I’m alive to painlessly draw blood from patients and to help them feel better.
I’m alive to study ham radios and pick up niche hobbies just ‘cause I think they’re neat. I’m alive for the books I read and the books I write and the books that haven’t been written yet.
I’m alive to make bitches mad. To tell nazis (the alt-right, maga, proud boys, whatever pussy names they come up with for themselves) that they can gargle my dick and balls.
But mostly, I’m alive for art. Because art is how I’m connected to the broader stroke of humanity and connection is all we have in this life.
That’s what I’m alive for. What about you?
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