Sometimes at night when I’m lying in bed I’ll have ideas about what to write about the next morning. Those are bad nights. Well, not bad nights, that’s an extreme way of explaining unwanted writing prompts that pop in my head before I slumber… What I mean to say is: I try to avoid those thoughts when they present themselves.
The entire point of writing every morning is to do my thinking out loud (via type) and stumble my way through how I am feeling and what I’m truly about for that morning… thoughts and feelings are like the weather so none of them deserve that much credit if you ask me–which nobody is. Could you imagine if we planned our lives out based on the rain at 4PM today? That’s a dumb fucking thing to do. So yeah, that’s how I feel about thoughts. If there’s something on my mind that I don’t register consciously, it will generally peak its head out in the theme of the post I am writing… that is if I don’t censor myself.
Censorship. Hmm… That word triggers so many different paragraphs that might leak outa my computer right now. I hear censorship all day long, whether I’m listening to the Joe Rogan podcast or–well, no. That’s usually where I hear it the most. But the guy has twenty thousand million kajillion guests on per week that babble on about free speech so it’s hard not to feel otherwise–like it’s a main topic of my life. It’s hard to believe that 75% of my news and philosophy and thought-provoking encounters come from a smart bro that like to fight.
Did anyone listen to the Tim Pool and Jack Dorsey episode? I wanted to jump through the speakers and walk into that damn studio and swat his face like an annoying fly till he fell off his chair. I swear that fuck won’t shut up. How many times can you whine about having your life threatened on Twitter? Wait, I guess a lot. I guess that’s a big deal. I don’t know… but I do know that he’s damn annoying and that chick from Twitter–the lawyer, I can’t remember her name, she was demolishing him in their pseudo debate. Whatever, if you didn’t listen to the episode then none of this makes sense.
Luckily there’s only about twenty people reading this so I can make as little sense as I want and not offend anyone. If I do this for another three years I might one day have to think before I type. That will be a bad but good day. I hate thinking and typing at the same time; not a good practice.
That’s when people try to be “writers,” when they think. I’m not a writer. I’m just a dude that likes to communicate and tell stories about how I feel by writing them down and shamelessly promoting them on social media. I should post this shit on Reddit too. Okay, I guess the moral of this post is: don’t think? I’m not sure.