It's been hard to post lately because about the time I pin anything down about anything in my life for one darn second, everything shifts and I don't know what the heck I'm talking about anymore. If I write, by the next day it's outdated. On the other hand, I seem to be getting nowhere fast and my life seems to have no concrete results lately.
Plus, are there any really truly unique ideas out there? Or are we all doomed to just re-create mushier, squishier, blander versions of the things we enjoy, respect, and wish for? I thought about writing about my life via my hatred of laundromats, but somehow it just sounded already done. And besides, no one really did anything interesting when I did my laundry this week. My co-launderers were well-behaved despite some moments of stupidity. Case in point -- a guy walks up and asks if that's my laundry hamper on top of the washer next to me. Anyone who's ever been to the laundromat knows that this is laundry speak for "I want to use that washer, annoying stranger, so get your shit off it." Ironically, that was indeed my hamper, but my wash was also merrily zooming around in spin cycle in it, so asking me the mystery question was not going to get him access to that washer. And, of course, the highly referential thought crossing my mind was, "Dude, here's your sign."
To say the least, it's been frustrating.
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