Once More Unto the Breach

Ok I’m trying to do this again.

It’s not Thursday, but this is me trying to start again.

I really like starts, and I guess in theory I like ends. My trouble is with the big middle part of narratives. Not even that. I could handle if I had “one dark moment” to rise from, but that’s not really how it works. Instead there’s a lot of slogging, which is the thing I suck at. Generally, I get into all these all or nothing kind of situations, and because of that I have a lot of like, 30% knowledge areas. It makes me good at party.
A while ago, I tried to create jokes in my head. I did a pretty bad job. It’s probably a silly way to live your life, but that really brought me down. I like to think I’m a funny guy, and I guess I want to write comedy, but like literally everything, it takes time and effort. Which again, I suck at.

Of course, saying I suck at it is both a cause and an excuse. I think I’m too full of excuses. So, with that in mind, let’s start up the train of trying to be a productive human being again. Wish me luck.

Postscript: I’m sure if I looked back at this blog, there’d already be a post very similar to this one. Realizing your own patterns is demoralizing as hell, so I’ll just leave that as an assumption.