Being sort of snowed made me think this was a Saturday rather than a Tuesday. Talk about being way off.
I just had a thought about American exceptionalism, but I forgot.
It’s a saturday morning. Why am I awake? Why?
A nice sunset
An oasis between workdays
Starts to break into darkness
Just a few more days left
Luggage is already starting to wail
Lonely waves crash and burn
Or maybe that’s your career
On the brink of destruction
Enjoy the dying sun
It’s a beautiful shade of pre-sleep
And hey, you’ve earned it
I’m trying to think of a name for something. Isn’t that most irritating thing? You want a name to bring something into existence, but then labels are elusive when you really need them. Bastards.
I could always name it “Avulsion fracture” but that doesn’t seem right.
To me, speaking out has seemed synonymous with being in lockstep with various political movements. Nothing wrong with this, but it’s also important to note that not being in lockstep with the prevailing political winds shouldn’t be considered unimportant by default. “This person is speaking out, but in a way and for a reason that is atypical.”
Being atypical is fine. And while people might agree with this on the surface, a very frequent occurrence is that abnormal voices are drowned out in favor of the ones that are in vogue.
Of course, this isn’t a new insight. Though it’s useful sometimes for old insights to be repeated.