Let’s just see. Someone asked me how I was today and my response was “It’s Monday morning.”
When you slide open the sliding glass door to disembark from this office you are slammed in the face by a hot wall of aggressive humidity. A hail storm is on its way; I’ve received warnings. It is 4pm but it feels like about a million pm.
Last weekend we drove six hours to Wytaliba to attend Deliverance. It was at this party that I came to two realisations. Realisation the first: It is not my ever-increasing age that is the cause of my much worse hangovers come Sunday morning. It is the fact that I have been drinking wine.
WINE. That devil juice. A younger me would be all up in my grill with fiercely scathing scorn. SHE knew this, and only ever drank vodka. Along the way it was somehow forgotten since I mostly hang around snobby wine-douches now.
So I am forgoing wine. I will miss it, but I shan’t mind. My mind is made.
I don’t feel like publishing the second realisation.
Deliverance was lovelie, though, despite the drive to get there, which involved an hour-long climb over a mountain range shrouded in such deep fog we couldn’t see the cliffs bordering the crazily winding, unlit single lane road until we were almost driving off them.
Last night we watched The Agony of Ecstasy, a half hour “documentary” by/about a woman who took MDMA every weekend for two years and wanted to know if that’s why she experienced anxiety and depression.
Only instead of asking “Did this one person trigger her own mental illness by ignorantly indulging risk-seeking tendencies, lack of impulse control and reliance upon hyper-avoidant coping strategies in the form of repeatedly taking mood-altering chemicals over a long-term period?” the show asked “Does MDMA cause anxiety and depression?” and then answered this poorly informed and biased question with enough misinformation that I was shouting at the TV within the first 5 minutes.
In conclusion, don’t watch TV for your entertainment. Instead, just take drugs. In an informed and moderate manner, of course, because we’re not big old dummies. Some of us. P.S. Do what I say and not what I do, obvs.