Good morning, America! I don’t really feel like I have much to say today. I might start faking it. Write a bunch when I actually feel like it, then set the posts to publish themselves daily. That seems cheap. Besides, I need to be writing every day. I can’t keep up this level of consumption. It’s unsustainable. I would say that I’m consuming at the very least ten times as much content as I’m producing. On a good day I can convince myself that it’s a necessary evil. That my consumption actually helps my creativity. I don’t know if that’s true. Shigeru Miyamoto likes bluegrass.
Even now, I have the television going next to me. The sound system is probably a little bit too loud, but I’ve lost the remote and the dial is on the other side of the room. It has been this way for two days. I haven’t had silence in my house since my wife left for Georgia. She isn’t even a proponent of silence, I just feel the need to fill a gap.
I just got up and turned the TV off. I kicked the radio over to NPR. I don’t know if it’s actually better, but I feel like it is. I don’t know if any of this is important. I listen to a lot of World Service. I’m informed. I just can’t see how me being informed helps anyone. Trump was still elected, Immigrants will still be deported, and the tensions between North Korea and Malaysia will still mount. I can’t help any of this, so why do I need to know about it?
Maybe it’s just important that I’m trying. Maybe if everyone just tries to be the best versions of themselves they can be and leave everyone else alone, we might be doing a little bit better. Maybe it’s just the attitude and effort and we’ll all be ok if we give a shit. Maybe the ice caps will melt and we’ll all drown.
I don’t get paid for this.