Reflections & Commentary

It’s hard to explain a choice that looks selfish from the outside, but was the only one I had left.

I went to Teslacon thinking I’d just watch other people escape their lives for a weekend. I didn’t expect to understand it as much as I did.

Everyone keeps telling me I must be relieved. Sure. My cortisol disagrees.

I came out of the fever expecting things to be normal. They weren’t, which, all things considered, isn't surprising.

The cycle I lived matches every description of addiction. It simply wasn’t treated like one.

A weekend alone made it clear that I upset people when I write the truth to try and help others. To that, as always, FU.

In a five-day span, Gen X lost three cultural landmarks. That’s the whole story.

So here we are, because obviously I don’t know how to not care about this.

I always assumed I’d be reasonable about losing a pet when the time came. Molly made sure I was wrong about that.

If you ever want a crash course in humility, try dumpster-diving for a dead Keurig while your neighbor’s Ring cam records your meltdown.