I’ve been sad. Not the kind of sad with sobbing and snot and regret and self-pity, but the kind of sad that feels like nothing at all.
I’d rather have the other sadness any old day than this. The other sadness is sharp, and crushing, and immeasurably painful — sure. But in my experience, we can only feel as good as we have felt bad. Really bad=really good, at some point. No feelings=no feelings. So, no sad?
Apathy is a silent killer. Kind of like diabetes. Or mimes.
Anyway, this is not my first rodeo in Blahsville. I’ve been bracing myself for the return of the feelings for about a week because they always come back and they usually knock the wind out of me and suck the life out of me and leave me wishing for apathy.
But not this week.
This week, I just kept running into hilarious (or just plain insightful enough to be funny) writers here on Medium. Some I see here all the time, and some I just discovered (much like Columbus and America, I imagine these folks were discovered before we crossed paths, but still…)
Anyway, they accidentally pulled me out of my funk and I think you should all be reading their stuff.
Like, all the time.
Here they are, in no particular order:
Even if I Wanted to Write a Book I Wouldn’t Know Where to Begin
Seriously, I haven’t the slightest idea
Why I Mustn’t Be Taken Anywhere Ever.
Fuck Shaving. Fuck A Hair Tie. I Can Pin My Hair Back With My Sullen Attitude And Cheetos Residue Alone, Thank You Very…
I Love Being a Clown and Not Killing People
Ever since I can remember, I have wanted to entertain people, not kill them. That’s why I became a clown.
Okay, I guess there is SOME kind of order because I saved Gutbloom for last. Because he’s the mayor. Also, he has naked Quaalude parties*. He wins.
Thanks to everyone above, for cracking me up before I cracked up.
*Party “theme” is subject to change without advance notice