You get older and you lose the beer and the whisky and the cigars and the snus and any other substances you’ve ever taken, because the gods won’t grant you the levels of physical imperviousness that you once had. This also has the effect of losing for you all of the tools you’ve previously used to shut your brain down or redirect it to distraction.
Now you’re just stuck with the white heat of consciousness, all the time, and it’s like staring at a light bulb for weeks on end without stopping.
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I live amongst a population that generally dislikes the concept of original sin. Of all the things to object to, this seems like the most misguided. I can’t think of a doctrine that seems more on point.
If you don’t believe there’s something inherently fallen about human beings, it’s clear you’ve never met any.
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Once I used to wake up in the morning, swing myself into the driver’s seat, and head off with a camera into the world to shoot things that I saw.
Stock won’t make you rich, but it provides other benefits that are hard to quantify.
I don’t know what happened to that person but he seems to be missing.
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I already didn’t have a ton of people but as we age out of health and sanity, I’m losing more of them. See previous comments about fallenness.
Also, Generation X has long been amongst the most impervious to the congenital stupidity that has overtaken much of the west over the last decade, but now Generation X, too, is becoming dogmatic and generally interested in bloody crucifixions as matters of personal vendettae.
Sad.
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I keep waiting for the asteroid to swoop in and, in a freak accident of nature, take out Trump and Biden so that we can have other candidates, but it hasn’t happened yet.
The fact that I wrote and rewrote the above sentence several times says something about our society, especially if you see the other versions.
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I’m nearing 50 and I have never liked my country, or my fellow human beings, less. This is a terrible state of affairs.
And I can’t have a drink and I’m no longer a writer.
So I’d better pick that camera the fuck back up.