Every time I write something, I get this very delightful endorphin rush. It is nothing like sex, getting the shit kicked out of me, or even chocolate. It is always there, though, a noticeable and delightful little buzz that lasts for a bit, usually just long enough to get to the next thing I need to do for the day.
So, by writing two, three, or even four of the blog posts that I do every day, I get to maintain a nice little mood buzz throughout the day, and, as a bonus, it even helps with my migraines sometimes.
I love to write, so it isn’t as if the entire thing is a chore by any stretch. It is easier some days than others, but I usually have enough juju to get me through a few of them. On the bad days, you will get the one. On the horrible days, you don’t even get that much. I am always thinking of the things I want to write, so I guess there is a little continuity there, if nothing else.
Today, for example, I am full of metaphorical piss and vinegar. I will be posting as much as I can to get the most out of my brain, which has been a deceitful cunt the last few weeks, and by doing this I may entertain you, I get my rush, the world gets more of my rambling and, best of all, I get the purpose of this, the super-secret mental boost.
So, since you have all digitally pinkie-swore never to reveal to a soul what I am going to tell you here, I feel free to spread the right and sincere message.
True, it has been thought for decades to be merely a myth, however fraudulent this may sound my Family of Readers Gentle, I can tell you with all of the truth in my heart that it is a fact. When I write the short notes, the long narratives, or even the stupidest of laughable entertainment, I am rewarded by the Great Goddesses of the universe with Fucks.
Yes, for a short period, I am given the ability to implement a Fuck about something. I know it sounds impossible, but nay, it is so. I can care about things like television, music, and even Facebook memes in their deliciousness.
It is a short-lived thing, but it is sometimes worth it to get back to something that sounds normal in this bizarre world we find ourselves drifting in. It is this ability alone that has allowed me to spend nigh on one-hundred days with my children and insufferable YouTube.
When it leaves, it is not with a pang of sadness as all of us are so used to not having any Fucks . When the Fucks have left, or flown as they prefer to call it in their gibberish language, we are abandoned in the apathy of their absence.
So yes, as I transition to fancy word man back to the Bear in his living room, when I write, I get to care about the things I customarily don’t have the effort in me to care about these days. When I write, I say hello to more people, I love fiercer than I usually do and, most importantly, I get an opportunity to look down at myself and see the things I need to change to get back to a good baseline.
Take this with the obligatory grains of salt, of course, what helps me may or may not be due to deeply imbedded childhood trauma and escapism, so your mileage definitely will vary.
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