Month: November 2016

Thankful

I’m thankful to have woken up today, Friday, November 25th, with no aches, no maladies, and less mental anguish than the previous days in November. I’m thankful that I continue to exist and face the unknown day ahead. I’m thankful to have the means to send text messages to my family when I am not up for talking. I’m thankful that they do not throw my choice of communication in my face.

I’m thankful for this daily reminder to be thankful.

I’m thankful for personas. I’m thankful to have the choice to present shades of the whole when communicating online. I’m thankful to remember this if I get upset when someone online appears to be someone other than who they present.

I’m thankful to remember that each person has choices to make, and thankful that some are easy, while others are difficult.

I’m thankful for challenges and the way they motivate the mind to solve problems. I’m thankful for problems to solve. I’m thankful that most of my problems are not that serious. I’m thankful that there are people working to solve very serious problems in the world.

I’m thankful for my job and the people I work with every day. I’m thankful to work at a small company with people who share similar values to mine. I’m thankful to recognize that this is a part of the echo chamber I have cultivated to reduce the stress in my life. I’m thankful to think of some of my coworkers as friends.

I’m thankful for the end of a friendship that inspired me to write. I’m thankful for the end of a friendship that diminished my will to write. I’m thankful that life is fundamentally uncontrollable, and thankful for the ability to heal and pursue a variety of interests. I’m thankful to know that though I may not reach 10,000 hours, I still come away with experience. I’m thankful for human experience. 

I’m thankful that my tablet has 1% battery remaining. I’m thankful to fear being too verbose, but still write what feels like a lot. I’m thankful to you if you decided to read this. I’m thankful that you are there after I was here.

Thankful

I’m thankful to have woken up today, Friday, November 25th, with no aches, no maladies, and less mental anguish than the previous days in November. I’m thankful that I continue to exist and face the unknown day ahead. I’m thankful to have the means to send text messages to my family when I am not up for talking. I’m thankful that they do not throw my choice of communication in my face.

I’m thankful for this daily reminder to be thankful.

I’m thankful for personas. I’m thankful to have the choice to present shades of the whole when communicating online. I’m thankful to remember this if I get upset when someone online appears to be someone other than who they present.

I’m thankful to remember that each person has choices to make, and thankful that some are easy, while others are difficult.

I’m thankful for challenges and the way they motivate the mind to solve problems. I’m thankful for problems to solve. I’m thankful that most of my problems are not that serious. I’m thankful that there are people working to solve very serious problems in the world.

I’m thankful for my job and the people I work with every day. I’m thankful to work at a small company with people who share similar values to mine. I’m thankful to recognize that this is a part of the echo chamber I have cultivated to reduce the stress in my life. I’m thankful to think of some of my coworkers as friends.

I’m thankful for the end of a friendship that inspired me to write. I’m thankful for the end of a friendship that diminished my will to write. I’m thankful that life is fundamentally uncontrollable, and thankful for the ability to heal and pursue a variety of interests. I’m thankful to know that though I may not reach 10,000 hours, I still come away with experience. I’m thankful for human experience. 

I’m thankful that my tablet has 1% battery remaining. I’m thankful to fear being too verbose, but still write what feels like a lot. I’m thankful to you if you decided to read this. I’m thankful that you are there after I was here.

I read a story today called “Of Windows and Doors” by Moshin Hamid. A man and woman form a relationship in a city consumed by war and atrocity. War becomes the daily grind. Opposing factions destroy each other while everyone else continues to try and work, attend class, or simply meet with friends. There are rules on how to be an acceptable person. The rule breakers are mercilessly punished. One man’s throat is slit and his family taken away because they have the wrong last name. The couple decide to flee through one of many door portals that lead to other doors in other parts of the world. The man’s father remains behind to remain in the past. The couple steps ahead into a distant and unfamiliar future in another country.

I’ve also been watching The Walking Dead. People come together to survive a world of constant danger. Many of them die anyway. The goodness in them is eroded after each encounter. The people they meet along the way are sometimes like them, sometimes so much worse. There has to be a distinction. I haven’t caught up to the latest seasons yet, but I wonder how much more they can take. How much worse can things get?

I read a story today called “Of Windows and Doors” by Moshin Hamid. A man and woman form a relationship in a city consumed by war and atrocity. War becomes the daily grind. Opposing factions destroy each other while everyone else continues to try and work, attend class, or simply meet with friends. There are rules on how to be an acceptable person. The rule breakers are mercilessly punished. One man’s throat is slit and his family taken away because they have the wrong last name. The couple decide to flee through one of many door portals that lead to other doors in other parts of the world. The man’s father remains behind to remain in the past. The couple steps ahead into a distant and unfamiliar future in another country.

I’ve also been watching The Walking Dead. People come together to survive a world of constant danger. Many of them die anyway. The goodness in them is eroded after each encounter. The people they meet along the way are sometimes like them, sometimes so much worse. There has to be a distinction. I haven’t caught up to the latest seasons yet, but I wonder how much more they can take. How much worse can things get?

pandarican:

puckingfussy:

pig-demon:

que-mystery:

haelroyale:

swampbrujo:

holyromanhomo:

cstia:

“Anna for you to sit here & call Trump a racist is outrageous"

“well lemme do it again and lemme do it in two languages”

SHE ENDED HIM 💀💀

[Murders you on national television in Spanish]

I’m the guy in the middle smiling when she said it in Spanish 😂

“Es un racista” 😩😩🙌🏽🙌🏽👏🏽👏🏽

PUÑETA DALE DUROOOOOO.

God, I love this so much

Que se joden.

(Source: http://pandarican.tumblr.com/)

pandarican:

puckingfussy:

pig-demon:

que-mystery:

haelroyale:

swampbrujo:

holyromanhomo:

cstia:

“Anna for you to sit here & call Trump a racist is outrageous"

“well lemme do it again and lemme do it in two languages”

SHE ENDED HIM 💀💀

[Murders you on national television in Spanish]

I’m the guy in the middle smiling when she said it in Spanish 😂

“Es un racista” 😩😩🙌🏽🙌🏽👏🏽👏🏽

PUÑETA DALE DUROOOOOO.

God, I love this so much

Que se joden.