Hey all, I got sick last week.
Being sick is the greatest thing on earth (as long as it isn’t a serious sickness, I’m talking common cold). You become prioritized. I’m sick, I need to feel better. Nothing else really matters, that is if you can afford to get sick. Some people have to power through it, BUT if you can just chill out for a week, it is wonderful.
I watched every episode of ‘I love Lucy’ and the ‘Mary Tyler Moore Show’, a bunch of video game speed runs on youtube– shout out to Striker, Toufool– I don’t have time to list them all, but it is an interesting world. Speed runners are so dedicated. They devote years of their life to mastering games and running them as fast as possible. I wish I had made the choice to do that years ago, there is such Comradery. I can’t imagine a world where people clap when I do something cool. I mean, sure, I have written a bunch of books and poems, but they aren’t tangible things. No one sees them and goes ‘wow’. Speedrunning is where it is at.
But being sick wonderful, for one, it is a go to excuse. BLAH, BLAH, BLAH, says the world, “Nope, i’m sick.” For a week, whenever my brother wanted to bug me, all I had to say was, “I have a sore-throat.” No obligations to talk, no forced conversations and sorry to the preacher whose hand I shook. He wouldn’t back off from the shake, so it, it happened.
My brother isn’t a bad person. He is a nice guy and I love him, but holy fk, he annoys me so much. I’m passive aggressive. I don’t scream at you or yell, I just stop liking you and then want nothing to do with you. But my bro, I can’t do that, so I just swallow all of my frustration and let it fester into me resenting him. It’s his fault though, because he doesn’t value my feelings and opinions, but expects me to be ‘happy’ and ‘oh, it’s whatever’ all the time.
It’s at the point (he lives with me and we are both ‘adults’) where I am just happy when he is gone–but the thing is, I always want to be alone. I probably would end up hating any one if I had to live with them. I’m a solo kind of guy. I love my bro, but sometimes I just want to smash my head against the wall #venting. Anyways, in one of my drunken nyquil/ cough medicine, vicodin, caffeine stupors, I started thinking about fat.
I mean oil, yo. Fat, eggs, milk butter, lard, oil, grease. If you think about it, meat is pretty expensive right–rice and flour is cheap–duh! But eggs and butter and milk are incredibly expensive. I feel like it’s a big rip off, having their prices almost 500% increased over the last 60 years.
I feel like it is a master plan, to keep people deprived of fats–that’s why the government put out the homestead act, to raise the price of land and make it so the average person couldn’t raise things which yielded fat: eggs, butter, milk, etc. Oh, well, it was a lot more powerful in my drugged out state.
This week my book ‘The western Woods’ is free on amazon for kindle. It is a fable, an allegory for the quest and path of purity. Nullus travels into the wilderness, forgets his humanity and challenges nature and himself, facing what it means to be human! He chases a pure white deer, fights a giant spider, runs from ghosts, meets the king of the forest (a man with nature growing on him) and a chimera dog wolf made of the western woods.
Check it out if you want...ya’ know, free book and all
In other news, I’m about done with my writing. I think I might force myself to write Kayfabe before I take a break. Maybe. I might work more on my poetry.
You can check that out on youtube, if you want. Subscribe to my channel, press alt-4, unplug your power chord (I’d rather you subscribe and make me feel like I am worth a penny or two).
If you need to get in contact with me, tweet @realpeterblack
I hope everyone has a great week, see you all in 5 days.