channonyarrow | (no subject)

I am not going to attempt 1209 miles one-way in my car. I am not going to shake this feeling of ennui and sameness by loading the car up with roadtrip supplies and driving out to Storm King Mountain. I am not going to get "I'll take my chances on truck stops and state lines" tattooed on my other wrist. I am not going to keep googling disaster sites. I am not going to believe that my life has passed me by. I am not going to do anything involving the phrase "Welcome to the 21st century, digital children." I am not going to drive to Oregon, Utah, Wyoming, Montana, British Columbia, Alaska, Minnesota, Illinois, or Colorado. I am not going to dye my hair green merely for the sake of change. I am not going to buy things to replace happiness.

I am not going to give in to this feeling.

I am going to prioritise so that I have more time to not listen to lists and deadlines.

I am going to stop feeling guilty.

I am going to be angry.

I am going to edit.

I am going to study.

I am going to win.

I will always win.

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Oh please, I wouldn't be me if I wasn't ferociously interested in natural disasters where someone DIES, preferably horribly. In the Hinckley fire of 1894, one quarter of the population of the affected towns DIED, and the fire was so hot that at least fifteen men were, essentially, cremated on the spot. NO REMAINS WERE EVER FOUND because they were GONE.

Ladies and gentlemen, that's what I do in *my* spare time. I study HUMAN PAIN.

Bwah, for some reason I'm much more into human disasters - war, torture, abuse, avoidable things.