I’m glad that I have Facebook in my life for its constant reminders that people on the right are idiots.
And I’m glad that I have tumblr in my life for its constant reminders that people on the left are idiots.
I’m trying to be more open, patient, and understanding but then, you know, I interact with a person.
I hate that as I grow older that all the wrong parts of my brain start to malfunction. My memory gets worse. I struggle for the right words. I can’t learn new things. Why can’t those parts stay healthy and the other parts start to malfunction? Wouldn’t it be nice if after a lifetime of dealing with this crap the parts of my brain in charge of my anxiety, my depression, and my need to finish that whole f’ing pizza started to be a little less effective at their jobs?!
The creative process of the conscientious social commentator
- Write a post about how ridiculous the overreaction to ebola is. Criticize the media for sensationalized, excessive coverage designed to drive ratings.
- Discover that said post has gotten more notes than anything you have written in months because, you know, ebola.
- Thoughtfully consider your role in the machine.
- Begin writing first post in eighteen post series on ebola. Wish soul a fond farewell.