Not a particularly cheery one this week, folks.
This is the weekend I would’ve spent at 4th Street Fantasy had it not been rightly cancelled. I took the time off work like I always do, and thought about giving it back, but decided fuck it..
I'm officially on staycation for the next 4 days. My alarms are off, I'm gonna sleep in, I'm not gonna do shit I CAN'T WAIT!! pic.twitter.com/KYuMnLPVY2
— Don Pizarro (@DonP) June 17, 2020
It’s four days later and I don’t feel all that better than I did on Thursday.
Maybe it’s because the world’s gone to pieces and maybe it’s because more rot has been exposed in two industries I love. Maybe my meds are off, or maybe I just spent too much time doomscrolling on social media. Certainly, it can’t be because I’m “working too hard” at dayjob stuff; or, maybe it is, who can say?
Either way, I do feel this is one of those days when I’m just going to feel how I’m going to feel, even though I can objectively point to positives. The world might be on fire, but at least the Supreme Court made a couple of good decisions. It’s better I know whose art I should not spend any more time and money on because they had to go around serially abusing people and giving out bullshit apologies.
I guess "Ellis Hollow" just isn't a road in the town I live in…
— Don Pizarro (@DonP) June 19, 2020
My meds are fine, at least by every indicator discussed at my annual physical a couple of weeks ago. No, I’m not working too hard, but I am working hard and have been.
I’ve been reading, too. A ton of micro-memoir and microfiction pieces. I continue to be amazed by Osama Alomar’s work. I swear, some of the pieces I read this week are positively prophetic.
I just read about 8 pieces in a row from Osama Alomar's collection THE TEETH OF THE COMB & OTHER STORIES and I swear they were all about the world today. Like, today, on THIS DATE, today. #amreading
— Don Pizarro (@DonP) June 14, 2020
Two pieces in particular stunned me: A story called “Whoever Is Happy” which I felt called me out in a big way, which was immediately followed by “Wolves and Sheep,” in which I think of Alomar doesn’t sympathize with what I felt called out over, he at least understands. You’ll just have to read them, if you can get your hands on THE TEETH OF THE COMB & OTHER STORIES.
We have TikTokers and K-Pop stans doing the Lord’s work while I watch the painfully slow but sure change of things going in the right direction — I guess I wouldn’t know about most of it if I hadn’t been doomscrolling. So no, it’s not all bad. Mostly bad yes, but not all bad. I’ve got my people, I’ve got my cats, I’m in okay shape. And while my favorite Tuesday night pseudo-scientific/pseudo-historical reality TV shows are on hiatus, I guess I’ll have more time to whittle at my TBR list and maybe give some more thought as to why I don’t feel as focused as I should be.
Like Asher and my Filson, I guess I’ll chew on it for awhile longer.
