It’s Monday and I Have Thoughts
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Through no one’s fault but my own, I now own five Spider-Man masks. And there’ll likely be more to come.
I think it’s important to note that I am flawed, deeply, humanly, and I don’t for a second believe myself to be perfect.
An addition to this note is that all my favourite people are also flawed.
But then again, every person is, so it’s possible that every person on Earth is part of the set that make up My Favourite People. At least, they all have the potential to be included.
While many bad things have happened as a result of the internet, I feel that becoming less-charitable as a culture is one of the most damaging. We always assume the worst in people first now, instead of assuming the best. Guilty until proven innocent and all that. The world inverted. In Tarot an inversion is rarely good (this is just a vague guess, I don’t know much about Tarot beyond doing a few readings here and there).
I’ve always felt that the Isosceles was given far more effort in its naming than the other triangles. I feel similarly in parallels about the Rhombus.
I keep having an urge to dye may hair. But I’m in my thirties so I don’t know if I should. Dermot Kennedy did it in his thirties, to be fair. But I’m not quite as cool as him.
Getting older is coming around to the idea of gin. Not as bad as it once was.
I understand that working for me looks like anything but work. I understand how frustrating that must be. I’d be annoyed too. But the mind must be idle enough to get bored, bored enough to create, and free enough to take its time doing so. A privilege, absolutely. Life is.
When I look back I’ll probably regret having a moustache for as long as I did, but it’s not going anywhere anytime soon.