Conversations With Myself (and sometimes other people)
Navigating the crises of American millennial life through inner dialogue, character bits, mediocre impressions, the occasional sit down conversation with a real person, and other questionable acts of "creative expression".
Conversations With Myself (and sometimes other people)
Dear Diary Pt. 3
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Can justice be blind if you are blind?
Dear Diary. It's been nine days since my last entry. Yesterday I texted LOL to my friend who was standing right next to me. And I didn't actually laugh out loud. Is he going to think now that I never actually laugh out loud whenever I text him lol going forward? We said our goodbyes, then we started walking in the same direction. We both awkwardly laughed out loud, but we didn't text LOL. Maybe we'll never really know. Do you ever laugh at a part of someone's story early on in their story, only to realize they weren't trying to be funny and they are still in the middle of getting to the point of their story? Do they think I'm an asshole now? Do I apologize? No, that'll just make them think about it more. What if they think I don't care? I blurt out my apology, but in doing so I cut them off again as they're telling their story. Now I've really dug a hole. I'm just gonna walk away now and never speak another word again. There's so much injustice in this world. This morning I'll let this guy merge in traffic in front of me. No wave, no nod, no acknowledgement of my kindness that just occurred. We continue down the road with me behind this guy I just so generously allowed to cut in front of me. The cars in front of him kept going, but this guy comes to a stop for some reason. I let it go for a few seconds, then I can't wait any longer. I honk my horn. He looks around, then appears to look in his rear view mirror. I can't tell for sure if he's looking at me because he has shades on. He pushes his shades up his nose with looks like his middle finger, then slowly begins driving. Did I just get flicked off? The Bible says eye for an eye and tooth for a tooth. If you have neither eyes nor teeth, do the rules of justice apply to you? Do you just get away with everything? Why do people in their cars act like your very existence is an act of injustice? Can justice be blind if you were blind? Wait, was this driver blind? How is he able to drive? Then I watch as he rear-ends the person in front of him. I pull to the shoulder to go around him, and as I pass, I shake my head in judgment. And even though he is blind, I can't help but feel like Lady Justice was looking out for me after all. Hi, Caleb Pottery here. Do you often feel like your head has too many thoughts flying around in there? Like you can't slow things down and experience the calm? Well now you can. Introducing Think Less. You can take it in edible form, vape, or pre-roll. Completely legal in all 50 states until Dan Patrick finds out about it. Simply take a dose of Think Less and all your anxious thoughts go away. Even the non-anxious thoughts do too. Use promo code FULLSEND for free shipping on your first order. It's not dope, it's Think Less. Now let's get back to the show. We all have trauma in some form or another. Trauma is something that lasts with your whole you your whole life in most cases. But not all trauma is created equal. Do you even have any trauma if you haven't watched Old Yeller as a four-year-old? Do you even have any trauma if you haven't gotten spanked when it was really your brother that deserved it? And you see him laughing over there as you're getting your ass whooped? Do you even have any trauma if you haven't heard your dad and stepmom getting it on at the family vacation house? Is YOLO a term we use as a seize the day inspiration to do the things that are in our hearts to do while we still have the time? Or is it just something we say when we're trying to justify our bad behavior? I mean, have you really lived if you haven't made a decision based entirely on vibes? Have you really lived if you haven't danced with the margarita machine at your brother's wedding? Have you really lived if you haven't hit send when you absolutely shouldn't have? YOLO bruh. All gas, no breaks. Full send