possibly I am not happy unless I have a series of minor crises to disentangle.. All I do during the good times is wait for trouble, or pretend to see it in the clouds, the opposite of a castle, waterlogged cardboard box-thoughts, skewed reality.
When I was younger I thought “it’s all downhill from here” meant something good, like in sledding after you’ve trudged to the top. And now the deity in my internet is saying it can mean that the bad times are either over or just starting or ( potentially both…)
I crave the easy and comfortable but my mind turns traitor against my body when I finally arrive there.
Somewhere along the line I taught myself that I wasn’t allowed to relax.
11/22/63 is a book by Stephen King that I am currently reading. Also. A show on Huuulu? I believe.
It’s good. DUhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. It’s Stephen King, so, like a Thomas Kinkade painting, you pretty much know what you’re in for. But the unexpected is still unexpected. Unlike Thomas Kinkade who doesn’t put evil clowns and time travel into his paintings. Some would say, unfortunately..