Reel Talk in Current Events

I can’t drink alcohol without feeling guilt written about it. I feel as though I cheated something. I suppose that would be myself. I’ve been working hard to detox my liver. Coffee enemas, castor oil wraps, fasts, and eating correctly so I am in fact cheating myself. I’m throwing all of that away. The last time I experienced this was when I went vegan seven years ago. I suppose the sober life is choosing me now. I decided to enjoy a little bit of whiskey this Friday evening but I’m not enjoying it.

I managed to do another trial run for making social media content. This time around I was able to get comfortable with hearing myself and watching myself. It’s hard to look cute for it without filters. I’m using the green screen filter to support what I’m talking about and that doesn’t do anything for me but it’s all about the message and not the messenger. However, optics and appearance is not unimportant.

People need information fast, spoon-fed to them at an eight grade level, in 300 characters or less, in 3 minute sound bites by a so called expert, all while being radically distracted. I feel that I can deliver. However, the truther community, as they call themselves, need information even faster than that. They need it in memes and in screenshots of headlines. The burden of proof is a non issue for us because we will do our own research. We are not the news, we do not provide that free service but we provide enough information to work with. The cable news suicide cult is deeply out of touch with how it all works now. It wOuLd Be On tHe NeWs. WhErE iS tHe PrOoF. It wAs FaCt-cHeCked.

I don’t like how monotone I come off but that is just my nerves. I should have had the whiskey at that time. I’ve had a headache all day also. I was going to do try one of the online side hustles I learned about. It doesn’t cost me anything to do it. Just my time. My headache was in the way so I will try it tomorrow.

I wanted to keep playing around with my content project but my roommate will be coming home any minute. Where she will stay until Monday. I want to confront her about the laundry basket overflowing with weeks of used Tupperware. I shouldn’t have to explain to a grown ass adult that it can attract bugs and rodents. I wouldn’t fuck around with mold if I were her either. She has two autoimmune diseases, alopecia and psoriasis. We don’t catch those we create them. She’s on her way to cancer which is a fungus that eats dead tissues. Her liver is shot, it’s spilling over. If she starts to rot…

Speaking of organs spilling over. My allergies. My lungs need to be detoxed. I smoked for ten years. I quit seven years ago. I need to clean my lungs out. I also haven’t had an eczema breakout since I purged everything synthetically fragranced. I switched to all the non-toxic stuff. It’s not as cost effective but I did it slowly. It’s not like I go through a jug of laundry soap a month. Shouldn’t use more than two table spoons no matter how large the load.

I don’t know what to make of today. I did everything this week that I had been putting off. My anxiety has been through the roof anyway.

I’m challenging myself to not make any purchases for 30 days. Just groceries and essentials. I started a Game of Thrones marathon but it’s hard to get through because I know how awful the ending is. They gave up on the story and gave us shit nobody asked for. Like, they sent John Snow back to the watch at the end. To a wall that is broken, that was built to barricade an enemy they defeated. I can’t.

I’ve also been keeping up with Yellowjackets also. I really like the adult Lottie. Christina Ricci is in the cast, that’s why I even bothered to watch it.

I suppose I should go eat something. I’m just sitting on the balcony with my whiskey that I finished. I like the crisp air and the sound of the wind. The wind chimes as well. The air, however, is filth. The street is like a dirt road. They haven’t cleaned the streets yet. It’s just a dust cloud when you drive. My lungs ache after I go for a run.