“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…
Do you know people who wander into a restaurant, glance at the menu, comment on every item, and then leave, telling everyone outside what they saw? Worse, some post it online, and the echo chamber churns out dozens of hollow…
The dirty secret of side-hustle culture is that if your life is already crammed with stress and chaos, your creative hustle isn’t going anywhere. You can romanticize the beauty of the escape plan all you want, but creativity needs oxygen.…
https://youtube.com/shorts/eVC2P6VWuCs?si=Nq8p7x5YL8-eV1J1 By the way, Sergeant Baker did quite well! Go check out his responses. Others fail terribly when confronted with a camera.
Yeah, I experience Sunday anxiety because it drills into my mind, saying, “You need to do something now. Why are you resting?” Somewhere, the term linear dread surfaced. It’s an insidious message calling me to action. What the hell? Who…
The new CEO rolls into the parking lot in his brand-new car. A ridiculously expensive chrome tank with bulletproof doors. It’s a gut punch, because you’re drowning in debt. You watch him step out, and you compare. You can’t help…
If you have to, use the occasional ‘fuck’ not as filler, but as a precision tool, not for edge, but for breaking walls or landing emotional weight. Swearing is punctuation, used sparingly. It’s not the content, it’s the impact. Is…
The weekend spiral of depression often crashes hardest on Sunday morning. That’s when the illusion of freedom fades. The high, the excitement, the hype of TGIF fades. Friday, and even Saturday are all but forgotten. Already you are slipping back…