I don’t know if I’ve said this yet on the blog (I have elsewhere), but I like to take walks at night… in the dark. With no flashlight. I go on public roads. If I was black, I probably would’ve been seriously hurt because of this by now. Thus, I take my privilege as an excuse to get fucking thin. Because if I’m not fit, I can’t really blog like a champ. It’s fun to walk while you listen to various Yes recordings, official and/or bootlegged. I have no idea if I could sing so loud the neighbors’d notice.
I could have even more music on my phone if my SD card was bigger… but I’m not really in a habit of spending money right now. I do, however, want more, but not too much. Seriously, I’m afraid if I win the lottery, I’ll somehow lose my morality extremely fast and become genuinely evil in a matter of… minutes? Even entering one of those generous giveaways from Publisher’s Clearing House gave me heart palpitations earlier this week. I only focused on the more than one in a billion chance that I might win the grand prize rather than just wondering about it and moving on. My brain sucks like that. Though instances such as this where I’m paranoid of a contest’s side effects is actually better than than being bombarded with the constant negativity and nihilism this society inflicts upon us in order to make us give up. I will never stand down to this, and I encourage you to do the same.
When I actually get a job and have a steady stream of cash (assuming… no, assuming that I’m not a millionaire), I’ll start donating to people and charitable causes more often. Because they all deserve our love. You don’t need to be a rich bastard to realize that. And the golden rule… that’s fun, too. It’s the closest thing to a code of conduct written in the fabric of the Universe that we have. And that is why I… keep the faith. Oh yeah! You can have all your political insights fulfilled by two guys named Dave on Twitter, but it pays to think for yourself. Also, participate in contests responsibly. Go for it, even if you have Autism. I’m really on a roll here, so finally I’ll just advise you to boycott The A.V. Club for continuous use of the goddamn dreaded “nuclear conflict is happening tomorrow” trope. Have a nice night.