When I announced to the world that I was watching the Green Knight, the world told me it was trippy. I was expecting something akin to the boat ride in the original Willy Wonka. What I got was a very personal examination of mental health.
Stuff I Wrote
When I went through the wardrobe, I wasn’t the small shy kid who got overlooked by everyone. I wasn’t left on the sidelines. I had the inside scoop on something incredibly cool. That all my classmates had voted for it and thus also had the inside scoop was lost on first-grade me.
If you read this blog, there’s a good chance you have at least a dozen books on your shelf where someone is destined to save the world. They’re given special powers or a personality trait that is going to be the key thing that overcomes evil and allows goodness to thrive. It’s bullshit.
I have been thinking a lot about community lately and honestly, I’m rather repulsed by our entire species.
I shall be taking a brief depression-related hiatus and shall return with a bang at the beginning of March.
My favorite number is 42 and if that makes you think of Douglas Adams, you’re in the right place, but you’re not entirely correct.