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"I can't remember when it was good."

Every morning I wake to pain and horror and abject misery, and I try to remember when I awoke enthusiastic about a day. Or, shit, just indifferent about a day. People don't like when you say things like that. I suspect that's often because they are, themselves, struggling.

It's currently 61˚F and sunny and the weather is murderously blue. And Tom Petty is dead at 66. When I was a teenager, there were men who made me want to play guitar. One was Tom Petty, along with folks like Eric Clapton, Bruce Springsteen, David Gilmour, and Bob Segar. I was fifteen when Damn the Torpedoes was released in 1979.

Yesterday, I wrote 1,103 words on the new scene for Black Helicopters, and I finished it. That leaves only one scene left to write. And Kathryn finished scanning all those pages of Silk, one of the most tedious jobs I have ever beheld. Of course, now I have to turn more than 500 files into a single manuscript, and I have a feeling that's going to be pretty damn tedious, too.

TTFN,
Aunt Beast




11:10 p.m.

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sovay
Oct. 3rd, 2017 11:48 pm (UTC)
People don't like when you say things like that. I suspect that's often because they are, themselves, struggling.

I don't think we have a good conversational mechanism for a person stating unhappiness or difficulty that does not implicitly oblige the listener to do something about it, so people often read a kind of automatic subtextual "and what are you going to do about it?" into those statements and resent the idea that they should, especially if they are (as you point out) struggling themselves. Which is really unhelpful if you weren't looking for cheer or consolation in the first place.
ponderpine
Oct. 4th, 2017 04:20 am (UTC)
Doom, despair, and agony on me.
I’ve also been struggling with a sense of impending doom and futility for the past few weeks. I have not been fit company for anyone. It’s like the shadow of a large boot is looming over me, preparing to descend, but I don’t care enough to get out of the way. There’s only one thing that might temporarily alleviate this: More big-eared kitten pictures, please.
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