016 ❖ about six months ago
me, meet me
the thing about journaling, making art, and putting things out in the world for others or just for myself is that I, as a person of growth when I can muster it, get to benefit (or not) from a meta snapshot of where I’m at in time. when I’m taking medication that alters how I show in the world, that snapshot can be confusing and borderline upsetting, especially if I find I’ve regressed from that person, even if regression means I, let’s say, in that time, stopped taking an extended-release dose of legal speed that may or may not have made me feel like I was in that Bradley Cooper movie1 or that my standing desk was permanent state of being and not a temporary productivity hack, and so maybe it’d not all that fair to compare, and that I should trust that person that had lost a bit too much weight and found themselves tighter than too tightly wound, regardless of how well organized my notes were.
it can be especially funny to dig up ideas that I had from that time and re-conceptualize them under my current state, which feels like the only way I could synthesize something that looks exactly like this:
ChatGPT could never.
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next week, bullets again (maybe!)