Congrats on the new gig.
It sounds as if your recent health scare may have opened new perspectives for you, and that’s good. It also has you ruminating on your own mortality, naturally.
Have you ever wondered what would happen if you got locked into one oppressive perspective indefinitely?
Can you imagine someone that fears survival considerably more than he fears death?
Rhetorical queries, of course, designed to give some idea of the state of dull anhedonia in which I currently reside.
I don’t wish to start any new chapters. I don’t deign to imagine that my life has any purpose or that I have any legacy to fulfill. I’m not particularly sad or upset or desperate – just terminally jaded and absolutely disinterested in the pointless perpetual peregrinations of my own species. I can’t imagine starting a new career or a new romance or even a new hobby. Those are things in which people with a zest for life or a sense or purpose engage.
In fact, if I do manage to survive for another month or two, which I probably will, I shall have no choice but to embark upon a new chapter called homelessness. Somehow I don’t find myself very worried about this. Quoth the Retard: “It is what it is.”
I don’t talk to people anymore because I’ve almost forgotten how. Perhaps losing my ability to communicate completely can constitute some sort of a goal. Everyone’s gotta have a goal, right?
Hey, look, here’s a cute kitty:
Pfft,
‘Mudge
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aww i’m worried now🥺🥺 is hoping things work out, please update us! thanks for sharing🤍
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I hope things work out for you!
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Well, now I’m worried and sad. The kitten isn’t helping, no matter how cute it is.
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No need to worry, Suzanne. Even in the worst case scenario, homelessness wouldn’t mean living under a bridge. I have local friends with couches upon which to crash.
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That’s good. Hopefully they also have kittens.😊
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Anhedonia? Shit…had to look that up too. That explains my wife!
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Playin’ the kitten card? Dirty pool.
Anhedonia? Had to look that one up. And I’m sorry I did. Maybe you and J need to take a road trip. Get to a coast somewhere, ocean waters. Or join Duke in Mexico for a while. I imagine the two of you might vibe on complementary frequencies. (Or at least that’s something my son would say. https://www.instagram.com/lean_in_my_cereal/ )
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Did I miss a memo. Is just is is now is isn’t? Jesus, there’s a bunch of rewrites…
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Plus ça change plus c’est la même chose.
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Stay away from old and nothing. Las montañas son viejas pero todavía están verdes!
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The least we could do would be to setup a GoFundMe page for Jesse, who will still need a home. Your sorry ass can hang out in the scorching New Mexico sun and frigid desert nights. Jesse on the other hand…
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Neither Jesse nor I will find ourselves exposed to the elements should that come to pass. We’ll just find ourselves overstaying our welcome on someone’s sofa.
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Jesus ‘
MoleMudge…homelessness is no fun. You’ll end up in jail…where the real people are. It’s amazing what you learn there. “Three hots and a cot.” That’s the expression used by the homeless who TRY to get thrown in jail…both for the instant comradery, the daily medical care, and the food.LikeLiked by 2 people
Perhaps. But even if I had internet access in the clink, nobody would want to read about that shit. Signing off.
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Quite the contrary. I think you might find a new niche. Maybe even start an Instagram account or something.
In all seriousness, though – I hope things work out somehow.
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