The older I get the more impatient I get with stupid tasks that take longer then they should. I simplify my life by focusing on the task ahead of me. Knowing these small tasks compound into the final goal.

So when I am looking through 17 different folders for a file I can’t remember what I saved it as and I’m sorting by date and opening things frantically…

‘it’s been 20 fucking minutes, should I just take the rest of the day to organize my shit? But if I get this fucking thing done I can setup a meeting on this today and fit it in this week before Juan goes on vacation and I have to wait two weeks to place an order that will take 6 months to deliver.’

‘Fuuuuuuuuu where the fuck is this file, I’ll just start from scratch and I’ll be done by 2pm just in time for it to go on the calender so everyone can seee. Or maybe i just look another 15 minutes wheeerreeeee the fuckkkk did I save this?!?!’

'Bullshit bullshit bullshit!"

Google: how to find file.

Google: how to find file just working on.

Google: how to find excel file by date, most recent.

Google: file not in recent, why come?

Google: did I dream this nightmare wake me, wake me, wake me.’

I cant help but feel like you’re calling all these people ugly and think that’s some how cool.

Ask ‘what success looks like’ at said company.

Hi Costco glasses guy, I see you.

There is a point in every cult where the leader increases restrictions and demands purity. What this does is eliminate the free thinking people by forcing them to chose. The more you impose these restrictions the crazier they get targeting only the most devote and the most codependent people.

What you end up with is an army of sycophants that will die before they leave the cult. Twitter will be the largest imposition of this strategy on a targeted group of people that i can think of. It’s time to start being afraid of the cult of elon.

I’d give him a snack if he was desperate enough to come to my door. Wouldn’t let him inside but might come out to chat with him. Just to be sure they are well enough to carry on. Like, I didn’t have to call for medical assistance or something.

It’s easy to say no when you’ve never been in that situation. I mean I’ve never been so out of it I’d beg a stranger to groom me but I have been completely on my own with nothing and no one.

Any homeless person with good intent would know that cold knocking someone and asking to come inside is a bridge too far. So if they were trying that shit they would most likely be competely toasted or having a serious mental episode. Even more likely they are trying to steal your shit.

I have had a homeless man come up to the door in an icestorm with no shirt on. The guy was soaked in alcohol and I did not feel safe. I did throw him a sweater, coat, and gloves because he could freeze but I was fucking terrified.

Medieval cooking sounds a little bit fun. Besides, maybe, all the slaughtering of animals and heavy use of entrails.

Sorcery, alchemy, soothsaying, baby. Come one come all I’ll cure what ails you. I’ll summon portals and turn lead into #gold.

Or maybe the town crier. Hear ye, hear ye, elon musk hast tweeted about his balls.