Cynical?

Absolutely.

Fucking.

Nothing.

That’s it, enough is enough, and I’m sick of being treated like a mindless animal.

I ask for empathy and respect, I hope for camaraderie and care, I share joy and love, and what do I get in return?

I repeat.

Absolutely.

Fucking.

Nothing.

So what’s next?

I mean, there’s always hope somewhere, right?

Always people out there who are like minded, with similar interests, compatible tastes, questionable but entertaining senses of adventure – hopefully good trouble, but fun regardless.

Twenty years ago that was a simple proposition, people were out there looking for the same things, or something adjacent to them, but the world has become so… disconnected? Disjointed? I don’t know the best way to explain it, but it’s sad, difficult, cold. I’m sure those people are out there, but where?

Probably sitting in a basement like I am, wondering where to find others that suit their tastes.

Twenty years ago, twenty bucks and a little hope could take you on an adventure. Now it’ll get you a single drink and chased out of whatever establishment you wandered into almost as fast as you can drink it. Still hungry with barely a buzz. It’s a different world, and if you take the time to look, we went wrong somewhere, and not just a little wrong, all kinds of surreal, what the actually fuckdiggity shit is even going on right now?

If anyone has any insight or suggestions, feel free to track me down for a chat, not that I’d ever expect such a thing, but I recall when people still did that. Perhaps it could happen.

To be continued…