Never one to let reality disrupt my life, I've decided to fix myself. Reluctantly, I must disclose your role in this. Without sufficient funds for therapy on a regular basis, I'm gonna have to babble here. Of course, if you're paying attention, you're fully aware that I've been doing that for ten years now.
Blogs were already out of fashion when I started. Perfect.
Oh, I considered a podcast four or five years ago. Laziness half-heartedly reared its head and convinced me to reconsider.
Seems that I have defeated self-pity, denied romance and defied social awkwardness. I'm struggling with war, poverty, racism and income inequality. I've always dreamed big. I still want to save the world, but I worry that time is running out. My time.
I sleep well knowing that Greta Thunberg is doing the work.
I'll be back.
Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.