I sometimes wish I was dead.
But, like, in a funny way.
Knock knock, who’s there? Not me, I killed myself.
I guess it’s not funny to joke about suicide anymore, and I’m not joking, sorta, but I also sorta am.
Don’t worry, I’ll never do it. But we’ll all die eventually. In the meantime, if you’re curious, here’s the pep talk happening in my brain:
What should I do?
Talk about Buster Keaton and Conor Oberst without fear of being called crazy. If you’re crazy someone will come and pull you away. And even if they do, it doesn’t mean you’re not smart. It doesn’t mean you’re not creative.
So talk about Star Wars. Community. Chuck Berry. They mean more to you than Lucia, Matt, and Eric combined. Or they don’t but they should or they shouldn’t but they do or don’t but they need to. They need to! Focus on art. On entertainment. Create happiness for others. That is what you can do. That is all you can do.
So do it.