Spectre in the Lounge in The Stuff That's Not Interesting But Is The Most Interesting Stuff I'll Write

I tried to get myself organized, but it seems to be a much more difficult process than I had originally thought it would be.

I mean, I have to come up with a serious life for myself now. There’s no going back home to lick my wounds if this doesn’t work out. It has added some extra stress on my job that I hadn’t previously felt.

What is worse, an imaginary existential crisis or a definitive future existential crisis?

In some ways, I’ve been coping very well, but that comes hand-in-hand withs one very self-destructive actions at the same time. I know what I’m doing and why I’m looking for things in those places. It’s the old-school method. Meeting strangers by chance.

I met this amazing group of French people the other night before they made their way back to somewhere in the North, somewhere I had been actually.

People don’t meet that way now. They do all of it online. They message someone on Instagram. I’m not that person, I don’t think I quite understand the function of Social Media any longer. There’s nothing really social about it, we are now our own advertisement companies creating our own campaigns about our own lives.

I’d ask what I think we’re trying to sell but I personally think it’s a little more complicated than that. Some of us are trying to get the attention that we never got, some of it is just “Keeping Up With the Joneses“ in a new era, everybody wants to be a star.

There’s a part of me that automatically dislikes you if you have an enormous amount of followers on social media. It makes me suspicious.

So I stick to the analogue ways because it’s easier to repair my physical body for the time being than the emotional scars brought on by technology.