Potpourri
A Sampling of Thoughts from a Recovering Overthinker
My neighbor is singing off-key and the wind is absolutely ghoulish, so you can guess my mood. Between the dropping temps and daylight savings, this time of year is always a bit of a struggle for me, not to mention the assortment of geopolitical horrors weighing on my mind. I’m sorry — I don’t mean to be a downer. But this is Brain Rot, after all, and unfortunately, this is what’s making my brain melt at the moment.
I tried to find something punchy and fun and pop culture-y to write about this week but it’s just not coming. Here’s the real: I’m hormonal and tired and feeling a bit rudderless but I suppose all of this is just part of life. It will get better. Of course it will.
So this is just a check-in to see where my head’s been this week. Told you to get ready to read my diary!
A Sampling of Thoughts from a Recovering Overthinker
I need a SAD lamp ASAP.
Who do I need to talk to about abolishing temperatures below 65 degrees?
Maybe I should get a walking pad.
The answer can’t always be “buy more shit,” though?
This meditation is not meditationing like I need it to.
Why would he text me that?
Why am I considering that instead of just blocking?
Maybe I should go to law school.
I just wanna do whatever I want, whenever I want, and not have to answer to anybody. Is that so much to ask?
*After a man I love and generally think of as a “good” guy says something wildly misogynistic* 🤠
I should probably go to the gym.
I need to see Rema live.
I should cut bangs and move to another country.
I should order some clip in bangs.
I have time to snooze again.
*Assorted rhapsodizing about the beauty of fall leaves changing color and the brightness of the moon.*
Very annoying that fresh air, physical activity, and sunlight work as good as they say.
Let me make sure it’s on my calendar.
I hate online shopping.
Soooooo much plastic everywhere.
“I just gotta make it to the weekend” doesn’t hit the same now that I work from home.
I should book a vacation.
I need to save some money.
TBH I probably am too sensitive but there’s nothing to be done about it atp.
Is that a cope?
I should get a PhD.
I need to move to a small cabin, learn to farm and forage my own food, and live completely off the grid.
These acrylics keep fucking up my nails; I should look into press-ons.
I’m tired of polyester!!
I should put that meeting on my calendar.
Won’t this get easier?
This will get easier.
You want me to check out your SoundCloud? …I see.
I need to move to the beach, learn to fish, and split my life between land and sea.
What would I do today if I knew all my dreams would come true tomorrow?
Whatever, I’ll just go by myself.
I spend too much time by myself.
It’s not that serious.
It was never that serious.
I need to give less fucks.
I definitely need to think less, that’s for sure.
Do I need “help” or do I need a million dollars?
I just need to put my head down, shut everything out and get married to the grind 💯
Not all these maskless people hacking and wheezing on the train!!
Actually, my hair is fine. What I need is a tattoo.
I’ve wasted too much time.
I’m still young and turnt though, lbr.
It’s actually insane how little has changed after the pandemic.
Why are we acting like everything is normal with all that’s happening in Palestine?
Why are we acting like everything is normal with all that’s happening in Congo?
Why are we acting like everything is normal with the war and resulting refugee crisis in Sudan?
God, what I am going to write about in the newsletter this week?
That’s all from me this week. Next week, it’s Thanksgiving here in the US, so I’ll be taking a break from posting in observation of the holiday (and give myself a little bit of time to even out, tbh). I hope everyone who celebrates Thanksgiving has a lovely one, and I’ll see you all in December (eek!)
Lola xx