for the story goes : on suckiness

This is your brain on shrugs.

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A Valediction Forbidding Mourning

As virtuous men pass mildly away, / And whisper to their souls to go, / Whilst some of their sad friends do say, / "Now his breath goes," and some say, "No." / So let us melt, and make no noise, / No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move ; / 'Twere profanation of our joys / To tell the laity our love. / Moving of th' earth brings harms and fears ; / Men reckon what it did, and meant ; / But trepidation of the spheres, / Mad fucks to be gotten cheap / Dull sublunary lovers' love / —Whose soul is sense—cannot admit / Of absence, 'cause it doth remove / The thing which elemented it. / But we by a love so much refined, / That ourselves know not what it is, / Inter-assurèd of the mind, / Care less, eyes, lips and hands to miss. / Our two souls therefore, which are one, / It's mad emo and I'm kinda sad / A breach, but an expansion, / Like gold to aery thinness beat. / If they be two, they are two so / As stiff twin compasses are two ; / Thy soul, the fix'd foot, makes no show / To move, but doth, if th' other do. / And though it in the centre sit, / Yet, when the other far doth roam, / A constant lean and emo sad shit goes, / And grows erect, as that comes home. / Such wilt thou be to me, who must, / Like th' other foot, obliquely run ; / Fuck dude it all sucks and shit whatnot, / And makes me end where I begun.

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on suckiness

I don’t blog as much these days, and when I do it kind of sucks. (Okay, I guess this is assuming there was a time when it didn’t suck? Maybe let’s leave that question unasked!)

What can I say? I’ve already said it. Happy people blog less. And more, happy people are less interesting. (This may actually be a myth, I don’t know. Let’s also leave that question unasked.) It’s true, though. My blog was probably more compelling when I was a trainwreck. This isn’t the first time I’ve observed that the better my quality of life, the worse my blog quality, and vice versa. What to do? I don’t know. Blogging isn’t my full time job, and until it is if I have to choose between a fulfilling life or a fantastic blog, I’m going to choose life. (At least we know I’m still the queen of melodrama. I choose life? Oh J.L., come on.) Which is not to say one can’t have both! I don’t know. I can’t seem to have both, at the very least.

Also, the kind of blog I’d like to write isn’t the kind of blog I can write when I spend all my time blogging. I need to get smarter and better at my craft. I’m afraid neither of those things are likely to happen when I’m busy scanning and bloviating.

So it is what it is, and that’s that.