Musings and Memoir

Maybe there is something objectively dystopian about a town where you can draw a five-by-five-mile plot anywhere and record the same composition of snaky residential roads, stucco houses with open concept layouts, and a strip mall composed of the usual suspects.

As an adult, I can still be jump-scared, but instead of acting frightened I just get aggravated. What an inconvenience to be reminded that I still have half a lizard brain, which interprets ordinary creatures as boogeymen when they come at me without warning.

I still think rampant consumerism is a scourge, but here I am with a new 2021 car in my driveway, having traded up from a 2020 version of a similar model. This probably wasn't a financially wise choice.

I grew up in an era where shittiness and cracks in the system were much less evident ... I believed that things were set up in my favor and that stuff just worked.

Call it false spring if you must, but last weekend I sat on my deck in 60-degree weather, sunshine on my bare arms, and that's good enough for me.