Let’s see… attended a nice concert, playing Assassin’s Creed for the first time in ages and loving it, weather is out of control and doesn’t know what dafuq is happening…

Oh hey there, didn’t see you. I was just going through my recent events so I can remember what’s been happening. Getting older, you know. I felt like I needed to write something down… so I’m doing it.

I don’t know if you’re aware, but with the exception of one blog post I wrote, everything else here is done in 1–2 hours and posted immediately. I’m not letting perfectionism get in the way of my blogging. I think it’s healthy – at least for me.

I need to get out of the habit of constantly self-doubting everything I do and start accepting failure. It’s hard, not gonna lie, but the best teacher is doing things – and even better, doing them the wrong way. Maybe even a couple of times.

There’s nothing quite like hitting your head with a shovel sixteen or seventeen times just to make sure what you’re feeling is actually true. And hey, at least you’ll have a good story in the end.

Well… at least in your head. Depends how much your friends love you, and what their reaction is when you tell the story.

Speaking of good stories in your head – tell me I’m not the only one who does this:

You’ve got a really specific story saved up. It’s good, but also kind of boring if you just tell it out of the blue. So, you keep it to yourself. You dust it off every once in a while, whispering to it, “Your time will come soon.”

Sometimes you hold on to it for years, just waiting for the stars to align so the context of your existence finally allows you to share it. With the world. Or a friend or two. Or a stray cat. Doesn’t matter.

It’s out of your system. And you feel proud that you finally told a cool story.

And as the years go by, those stories pile up. You don’t have as many friends to tell them to anymore. But the ones you have – they already know how weird you are.

They’re aware. You’re aware. But maybe they’re not aware that you are aware.

And now we’re in a paradox of mutual unawareness. But hey, that’s just the setup for a fun experience, if you ask me.

The only real problem is that none of you are fully aware just how weird you actually are.

And let’s be real – everyone’s a little weirdo in their own world.

That story took quite a turn, huh? Let’s steer this ship to the nearest shore and calm down a bit.

So, where was I…

Ah yes – mashing my keyboard in the dark in front of my computer.
If you were wondering.

Probably not.
But now you have that image in your head.

Maybe you’re even starting to picture it – how dark is it, really? Is there any light?

Maybe you’re reading this in front of your computer and now you’re glazing into nothingness, stitching it together with familiar memories.
Now you glance at your nearby table lamp and try to remember just how bright it gets when it’s pitch black around you.

Come back here – don’t start daydreaming just yet. I still need you for another minute or two.

Or not.
You might just be sitting there, slightly confused, thinking:
“What the dafuq even happened in this blog post?”

And you know what? I don’t really know either.

But if you’ve read this far, then hey – I made you imagine things that didn’t actually happen.
Like a really cool story you now want to tell your friends.
Or maybe you just remembered you’ve got laundry in the washing machine from all that slacking around.

Ah! Go tackle your day and generate stories worth telling.

Stay safe out there.

Commodore Bo, out.