Where are you going? Don’t you have somewhere to be? You’re on your way to something, aren’t you?
These are questions most of us find absolutely normal. 1,027 more words
I’ll admit that I kind of avoided talking about election season while it was going on. It was hard for me to keep up, honestly – I was kind of dealing with my own shit, dealing with the slow, inexorable decline of my endorphins, my dopamine, my seratonin, as I started to spend my days hunched in front of a computer instead of confidently striding down a trail. 1,410 more words
Do you still support Donald Trump for president of the USA? If you do, I hate to break it to you, but that makes you either obtuse or depraved. 714 more words