Your first day after the festive parenthesis. Are you ready for it? How stoked or miserable are you today, maybe heading back to work? It might feel exciting, like new doors opening and all that good stuff. Or maybe you’re…
Have you ever contemplated suicide? Not planned it, not obsessed over it, but contemplated it? Do you often label yourself as “lost,” or “broken?” How “lonely” are you? Sunday mornings, do they become dreaded signposts, informing you that anxiety will…
Some finally reach the Guru at the top of the mountain. Drained, almost dying, only to hear, “Sorry, Guru Services are closed due to heavy snowfall. Or, merch is now available in all T-shirt sizes. Buy some. The Guru now…
“Don’t diagnose yourself.” That’s what my colleague said, years ago, when I mentioned I suspected I had depression. I did seek help, much later, when I could. He folded his arms sanctimoniously and repeated himself, “You can’t just diagnose yourself.”…
Ferd’s Core Human Fracture of Ego vs Healing. Ferd’s steely blue eyes pierced the Teams filters with venom. He had been accused of not wanting a project to succeed, of merely earning his salary while sitting all day. I could…
You ask, what’s the point? Why carry on, why do people carry on? That is 100% legit, because that’s what you feel. It’s no surprise you aren’t the only one. Experiencing futility, existential angst, among other things becomes one of…
Every messiah has to die. I watched a new managerial god fly in, and while the wrapped coupe was cooling in the basement, he gathered the middle-management saints, who in turn assembled the sinners. Together, they would transform stale tickets…
The bobblehed speaks. “Capitalism sucks.” Watch the bobblehead on TikTok. Big head taking up all the screen-space. Profound revelation. Divine epiphany. Lips flapping he’s weaving through others on the street. Selfie stick extended. He stays in the frame. Miraculously. “This…
“Eighteen.” Vincent Furnier, aka Alice Cooper, was 23 when that song hit big in late 1970. It captures that messy threshold: no longer a kid, not yet a grown-up. The singer drifts between worlds, unsure who he is, unsure where…
Despondency is that shit feeling that resides in a post-apocalyptic crud-hole between hopelessness and apathy. As an emotion, it’s legit, and it’s a signal, but it’s a faint signal that can lead to horrible stuff if left unchecked. Rage, ironically,…