Sunday Antics: I wanted to put a better title, but I don’t have one so just read the blog 🙄

So it’s Sunday, and I’ve been telling myself I need to post a blog, especially because I’m a writer or whatever 😏 and I have over 10 blog drafts on my phone sitting collecting dust and I need to stop procrastinating blah blah blah. So I’m starting my possibly temporary return with an unfiltered woe It’s my blog entry because who doesn’t enjoy the emotional human cycle of having a cup of harmful self-pity right before a dash of regaining self-awareness then climbing up the ladder of fucking gratitude lol.

Holy shit! I think as humans we are inherently bipolar 😮.

But anywho, good forbid a bitch struggles as a single mother with the world on her shoulders while navigating the difficulties of a creative career pivot, tries to loose the weight she keeps gaining back, seek community, all while trying to avoid being misunderstood (still accepting this is not my fucking responsibility) then falls off the wagon a few too many damn times, sheesh 🙄. While I do possess some form of emotional intelligence I also do my best to honor that as humans we are extremely imperfect and absolutely need time to rest when dealing with so many things at once and not every damn day needs to be a productive one. Or maybe I’m just the only perfect one and I'm trying to help the rest of you feel better about yourselves. Let’s put a pin in that, I might be onto something here 😂.

Hustle culture tells us we must ignore our feelings and keep going because reward is in consistency, not persistence, and no one is going to save you. Healing culture tells us that we must take stock of what we’re going through, feel, rest, there’s no rush and sometimes the lack a functional support system and inconsistency will be a part of the journey until you build a capacity for consistency and find community.

Well kudos to those who have cracked some type of code and mastered the integration of healing and hustle culture where everything was smooth sailing. Good for fucking you, smarty pants 😂.

At this point, I’m close to building a nomad city where no one can find me maybe not even my 15 year old child who yes, is funny, cool, creative, a smart honor roll student who takes after her mothers sense of humor which is a gift and a curse (God help me), and enjoys conversation with depth but she also breaks shit that I have to find the money to replace 🫠, give me a fucking break!

Is there any rest for the awkward black single mom who has just recently accepted she’s a nerd who raised a nerd? I’ll wait for your response…. Matter of fact, don’t give it to me because some people are fucking assholes and as a Sagittarius, I can be a bigger asshole😈.

Please pray for me citizens of the world or should I say citizens and bots of the world because it seems that bots are officially integrated into our society. Maybe when I decide to end my celibacy my next boyfriend might be a fucking bot. Well, technically that might mean I’m still celibate because I can’t have sex with a bot 🤔 unless a dildo is attached to him? Or maybe I’ll still be considered celibate because it’s not a human being? 🤔 But if he’s integrated into civilization, then maybe he’d be considered civilized? ……. Nope, this is just me overthinking shit. Thanks for getting this far and entertaining my rant and sarcasm. Okay bye!