Hello, my fellow degenerates!
Here’s to the last week of what could be considered 2020 Part 3.
I hope your year was great and that 2024 is about the same or better.
Without further ado, let’s get into another round of rapid rants!
Between witnessing crackheads evading the police and breaking up drunk fights, I’ve thought I’ve seen a fair share of wonky activity. Little did I know that I would catch a first glimpse of a panty sniffer in the wild. Maybe they were checking to see the strength of their fabric softener. Maybe they ran out of fucks to give and decided to let their fellow patrons know what they were into. Needless to say, the inevitable heat death of the universe is the only thing that’ll eliminate that image from my head.
The first major purchase I’m going to make when I become wealthy is a laundry organizer. I don’t care to put pairs of socks together or to separate colors/materials. Let me rephrase that, I get pissed and close to tears when I see the dreaded sock pile. I’ll pay them above the median amount because they’ll have to handle my underwear.
Turmeric cocoa is the new addiction next to tacos, reading, noodling on the guitar, and talking about how much “writing” I get done via shitty poems. If you haven’t tried it, look for it in the superfood section at your grocery store.
While I admire the AI progress train’s speed and trajectory, finding out that up to 30,000 humans over at Google could be replaced by the super program is quite chilling. Who knows how many more souls will be affected by AI in 5 to 10 years? I’m all for progress, but the conductors of this revolutionary system might need to slow down a bit so that we mere mortals can catch up with our educational and career goals and not get sideswiped by AI’s power.
My wife approached me about how to fill out a weekly check-in journal she bought. I was dumbfounded by her question because I’ve never used pre-made prompts and I never considered anyone asking me how to journal properly. There isn’t a correct way to journal or how often one should write. I felt terrible for trying to rush her to complete the week’s prompt in one day. She’s new to journaling and I hope she sees how useful it is. To you married peeps, support your spouses in any endeavors they ask your help for.
If our pets could talk, cats would be our biggest critics and dogs would become our number one fans. In this hypothetical situation, dogs would be better than cats. In reality, until they stop staring into my soul during dinner, cats will be superior to dogs.
“Friends” has made me numb to the audience’s laugh track. There are jokes on that show that don’t deserve a simple chuckle, much less a side-holding burst of laughter. I don’t hate the show, but I could watch it on mute every other episode.
So many of my rants could have ended up being Notes, while some Notes could have been extended to long forms of content—something to pay attention to this coming year.
Want to know how fast trends move? Henry Kissinger’s death was a cause for celebration by many and all of us have moved on to hating TikTok again/other despicable pieces of work. If you make a mistake on the internet, the cancel mob will drag you around only for a bit. You’ll survive. I’m pretty sure you’re not as bad as Kissinger.
Speaking of dealing with the cancel mob, I’ll just throw out this embarrassing moment about my idiotic political choices to show that we all make mistakes and are capable of growth. I, a Chicano, voted for the Orange Man in 2020. I chose what I thought was the lesser of two evils (the other evil being a career politician). I’ll admit that I didn’t expect the insanity that occurred on Jan. 6th. Now that we’re coming up on election year and we might get the two old men from the previous election to go at it again, I’ll either vote some random Libertarian or dump my ballot. Judge me all you want, I goofed up. I’m freaking human!
Niche memes are hard to explain to normies. It’s best to keep our selective humor to ourselves.
You can’t rant about anything unless you’re willing to accept that your worldview might not be complete. Too much of society acts like the average Redditor: egocentric pseudointellectuals who relish in the idea of calling others stupid while they share their surface-level knowledge (aka the first few suggestions on a Google page) online.
Always be next to that one person with a pen and paper in hand. Those people come in handy and are prepared for anything.
Today, let’s sing our hearts out in the shower. No critic will find us there. If they do, we ought to call the cops.
Rewatch a favorite movie of yours. If you aren’t in awe of the scenes as you were the first time you saw them, then it’s time to find another favorite. The same goes for any favorite books or songs.
10,000 poems, posts, and essays so that I can craft something decent? I can deal with that. I’m a pseudo-professional writer until then!
After stepping out of my comfort zone a lot this year, I can tell the rest of you that fearing the unknown wastes too much damn energy. Jumping into the fray (intelligently) is better than dwelling on what’s to come!
My favorite memory of the year: saving two dogs from such terrible conditions and finding them forever homes.
The biggest lesson of 2023: Most “idiots” will succeed because they don’t know when to quit or they don’t care to do so when others tell them. The “idiots” don’t fear anything but being stagnant. I’ll do my best to transform into one of those “idiots”.
That’s all the ranting I have for today and 2023, folks.
Enjoy your New Year’s celebration and stay safe.
Until next year (what a lame ass joke)!
Adios!
— Crush