I know I often come here and tell y’all of some of the dumber antics I like to pull, but there is some shit I manage to get into that even I can’t find the words to explain.
If you’ve even once read me, you know that’s really saying something.
I feel like I might need a vacation. Or new scenery. Something. I’m feeling some type of way, and I don’t like it. Not one fucking bit.
I am looking for new column material, so I could always use that reasoning to convince myself that I should be somewhere else. What can I talk about that is related to white, sandy stretches of beach? That’s the real fucking question.
Maybe I am just over the rhetoric lately. I swear, North Florida is the epicenter of ignorant douches in Covid denial shirts that look like they haven’t been washed in the three years Cletus has been wearing them. It’s made me regret ever stepping into WalMart, and I’ve gone back to delivery only. As I should have kept it.
It’s amazing to me the shit that people truly believe that can be disproven with a simple internet search. It’s amazing to me the shit people teach their children, with all of the libraries still in existence, and facts that are in print.
It’s also amazing to me that people expect you to be okay with their fucking drama and nonsense, but fail to see where it is exhausting and simply not calculating on the white board.
Your own nonsense and drama, you can control. When you’re a spectator to someone else’s drama, it isn’t a show worth watching.
I guess this is just me venting. Or sorting shit out in my head. Either way, I’m feeling like maybe I’ll cut my hair, get a new tattoo and enter my villain stage. Scratch that. My Supervillain stage.
Sometimes, people take your emotions and weaponize them against you. Usually, purposely. I’m not one to say I told me so, but yes, I fucking told me so.
I just keep reminding myself that with all of the bullshit I managed to toss from my life over the years, the one thing I kept telling myself was that one day I would find peace. And when I found peace, I would value it above all else. That I would cherish it. I would never let it go.
That’s the moral of the story. I know peace, because I searched high and low for it. It cost me a great deal, but eventually, I settled my tab, and I took peace home with me.
Why would I voluntarily watch it vanish from my life? How foolish would that be? It would be a waste of all of the lessons I already learned, and all of the shit I’ve already overcome. And I just can’t see me doing something that fucking stupid. Because even I have a limitation on stupid shit, although I know that’s hard to tell sometimes.
That’s all. Thanks for hearing me yell into the abyss. It was Quasi therapeutic. Or something similar.
-Q
North Florida, Walmart, Cletus... say no more, fam.
What in the “moon landing was a false flag operation” is going on over there...
Do not, I repeat, DO NOT cut that hair.
Tattoo - you betcha
Supervillain - absofuckinglutely
I know that restless feeling well. It's an itch that won't be quelled with mittens on.