I'll write something more impressive
But not today
It’s been a busy month or so in the world since I last posted something here. I’m not really interested in giving my two cents on most of what’s in the news, though, and aside from a vacation at the end of last month to visit family, I haven’t really done a whole lot in the last little while. A good deal of that time was in a heat wave, which I already touched on in the last post; not really conducive to me wanting to venture outside the apartment if I don’t have to. Same old story.
I’ll eventually have more interesting things to post, but I just wanted to pop in and remind people I’m still writing.
The Imane Khalif discourse was exhausting and I don’t really wish to devote much energy to it here (also
did a much better job discussing it than I could). I suppose there is a lot to be said about moral panics and how people will believe false information as long it confirms their worldview (especially if they’ve been sheltered from outside influences).I’d just be annoyed by it all if it didn’t have such dire consequences for trans and gender-nonconforming people.
I’m thinking more about setting aside a specific time each day where I don’t use the phone and try to do other things I’m interested in. I’m trying to remember how to focus on a specific activity instead of giving into the impulse to check social media (including posting to get that dopamine rush from people responding) or fall into a Wikipedia rabbit hole. I always feel like I need a reason to do something, even if it’s something I enjoy; I probably could stand to have more fun.
I want to write more regularly even if I don’t publish on a schedule, but there are always so many competing sensory distractions that it’s hard to find my flow state. My attention is so fractured at the end of the day, and I can’t get far enough into my head to pull out the words or ideas I’m looking for; I’m stuck in the space where everything and everyone is just a vague abstraction.