I’m reading Happy at the moment, and I saw Mythos last weekend, and my ex and I broke up three months ago. And I am looking for reassurance that there is a way of thinking about this doesn’t make the hard days awful.
There isn’t, by the way. If you take anything from this essay let it be these four things:
- buttholes are brown
- buttholes are supposed to be brown
- we’re all going to die
- to love in a way that doesn’t hurt is fantastically impossible
This week, despite being on leave, has been fairly busy. I’ve done a lot of writing, a lot of chess, a lot of self-reflection. Just one bit of writing this week, about my experience with part of the assessment for autistic spectrum disorder I’m undergoing.
I’m supposed to be moving house this week, but it has been delayed again. Luckily, the coming weeks look slightly more relaxed, slightly freer, that they did at the beginning of the week.
Theme this week is being on the outside
This post contains discussions of suicide, depression, and spoilers for the 130-year old Oscar Wilde short story ‘The Nightingale and the Rose’ which, frankly, you deserve to have spoiled if you’ve not already read it yet.
This week’s themes are never-ending and windows
One way or another, this season will end soon. I was going to apply for a promotion and leave you all on a cliffhanger, but sadly that’s no longer possible.
Yeah, that’s a downer. Alright, let’s see what else I learned this week.
This has been a week of working out where I’m going. I’m going to go through my week day by day, because it had a nice arc to it.
What’s the difference between pizza and toast? And what is a sandwich, anyway?
I have had a number of weird conversations this week, and not written a whole lot of code. I’d like a job where I can swing between these two things.
I do not think a job like this exists.
Let’s do the week: retro style!