The last two months I got the shit kicked out of me (figuratively speaking, not literally, thankfully) (I still got my shit packed tightly up my ass, thankfully) (I just meant it as a metaphor). I got a lot of the fight kicked out of me, that’s for sure. Let’s just say at this point I don’t have much of an urge to change the world. Or improve the world. At this point I mostly just hope I’m not making the world any worse. I just want to find a tiny little corner of this world where I can sit and moan and groan by myself for awhile and just kind of lick my wounds and build back my strength before I make any kind of sudden moves.
It’s funny because I generally look at the summer months as a period where you kick back and do a lot of rest-and-relaxation and sort of recharge your batteries before you return to the battle that is human life. But so far we’re halfway through this summer, and it’s been like one of those disastrous summer vacations where you’re so wiped out from your vacation, you end up needing a vacation from your vacation.