Escapism

Tis the season for escapism indeed. I have since yesterday gotten over the nostalgic guilt (ie. guilt for things waaaaay in the past, and have been since resolved) and i credit that to escapism. It's great. Makes your pains go away for a while, then you realize, later that you just weren't paying attention to them. It's cool.

In any case, i'll try to limit the complaining and the "WOE BETIDE ME I'M MELTING" talk. (WOE BETIDE ME I'M DYING) I only just realized how much people value Easter. They wake up in the morn at 6 (6!) just to prepare to go to various venues at various times. What commitment! I doubt i'd do that just to go to some Easter Show. What a show that must be.

And maybe, when i stop feeling remorse and regret, i'll go draw something. I don't know what, and i don't know when, but i will. And also finish writing those articles that i promised to myself to write. Which i haven't. Yet. (I WILL write them)

As for "sensationalist" that can go to Hell and back through Dante's Inferno. (Sensationalist journalists are imprisoned in Dante's Inferno, btw) It burns out too quickly and while i can lie very well, i'm not going to because that would just confuse everyone everything and everytime. Maybe.

The most sensationalist thing i can think of is denouncing sensationalism and religion, rationalising both, and complaining about my life. (Okay, the last bit was just me complaining about complaining {about complaining?})

I also hate the s => z conversion for Americans. Bloody Americans. EVERYBODY HATES YOU BLOODY AMERICANS. Well, maybe not, but still.

Hoping you have a better life than i do.

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