Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of January 5, 2025
• Is blowing a bubble with bubble gum in public as an adult frowned upon?
• Therapy can help free us from the neurotic shackles of capitalism—the need to have more, live better, present a carefully curated best life. Thing is, therapy ain’t cheap. Life is an ouroboros of contradictive fuckery.
• Solitude is a sure way to avoid pain. I’ve waded in those waters before. Specifically with romance. But life is and must be a balance. Be flexible. Go with resistance. Be satisfied with life even it has you feeling the way you don’t want to feel. Protect yourself, push yourself. Balance. Survive. Find little ways to thrive in big ways.
• There comes a point when you know so much about a topic, you begin to feel like you know nothing about it. Because the facts contradict each other and common sense makes nonsense out of all of it. This is why intelligent people are angry and depressed, and morons are cool with just living, laughing, and loving. Yes, ignorance is bliss, you happy, lucky idiots.
• The grass is always greener, as the saying goes. Not to make light of the dire situation in California, but I bet to many out there, these Chicago winters ain’t looking too bad right now.
• Panic is the vicious gremlin to procrastination’s docile mogwai.
