This is an incredibly pre-dated entry, given that my birthday is the end of January, but here we are, better late than never, touching on the fact that, indeed, I turned 41 on January 31st, and to be honest, I’m feeling it, in a way that I feel so separated from the world of my youth that I might as well be a different person in a different life, especially with the state of the world right now.
I’ll be honest — I’m not optimistic about the near future. I’m bothered massively by the absolutey fucking hell state that literally everything is in currently and can only hope to survive the inevitable next stage of madness to come. Every day; nay, ever few hours it seems I’m sickened by something else going on in the world. Some atrocity, some bigotry, hatred, or sickening fact hidden from us for literally decades because people would rather defend absolute scum than prosecute these people as the monsters they are.
Where were we at? Oh right, my birthday the other week. I chilled. Played Guild Wars. Streamed. Tried to enjoy myself, and I did as much as I could. I just, what can you say when things are as messed up as they are right now? When everything is ass backwards as it is? I feel guilty when I enjoy something at this stage, things are so fucked up it’s affecting my psychology, honestly, probably pretty deeply… but, well, that’s the human condition isn’t it? To live, and be affected by a world that you can’t really change and hopefully by the time it’s all said and done you haven’t lost your mind, right?
I guess. I don’t know. Honestly I think I need a year long sabbatical in the north of Ukraine. If you know, you know.
More to come, as always.
[Originally written the night of Feburary 8th, 2026, pre-dated to January 31st, 2026]