It Is Kind Of A Perfect Day

I just stepped outside and the weather is such that for a brief moment I was able to forget the even though life is basically meaningless, the period you endure between now and your eventual oblivion is still filled mainly with grief and dread and generalized annoyance and bad faith and insecurity and the inability to somehow transform yourself into the idealized version of who you want to be (and the attendant disappointment and self-loathing engendered each time another attempt at self-improvement results in its inevitable failure) and the knowledge that the phrase “It can’t get any worse” is a horrible lie because it can always get worse and usually does. Then I came back in and remembered it all again. Still, it’s pretty nice today is what I’m saying. Try to spend some time out there if you can.