Dumb thing, but there’s a lot of 2s in today’s date. I missed out on 11/11/11 because I was a hard “against the grain” kind of guy who hated things that didn’t make sense to me and brought people some nonsensical happiness. But in the past few years, I’ve found that I like things that are confusing, don’t make sense, and/or bring people a type of joy that I don’t understand. Things are more fun that way, I think.

	Anyway, I’ve been given different duties at work recently, which have somewhat impeded on my writing. The hours are shorter and the work isn’t as strenuous as my regular assignments, but there’s little clarity in the instructions given to me and thus requires more vigilance on my part, which in turn means less focus on my writing so that I can compensate for anything that wasn’t relayed to me initially. I’ve also been looking into other sorts of work to supplement my current situation, so that’s been another factor in my lack of writing output. I’m sure you can tell which of these obstacles I’m more excited to deal with.

        Regardless, I’m still moving forward with my exploration of my fantasy and sci-fi worlds, as well as thinking of other stories that I hope to turn into short fiction, flash fiction, poetry, or prose pieces. It’s still a lot of fun. In fact, looking back a few weeks ago when I was just writing without the worry and stress of work pulling me every direction so that I could continue to be comfortable in my finances, I wrote with an extreme happiness. It may sound silly, probably even privileged in the current financial climate, but it was really nice to know that I would be alright while I worked on something that I cared deeply about.

        But to expect that to happen all of the time would be naive. And even though I still feel like I have the mentality of a child, I’ve almost been considered an adult as long as I’ve been known as a minor. Which means there’s less room for error, unless I’d be willing to be more uncomfortable in my lifestyle. And that whole thing where you don’t want to give up something that you have? Eventually, though, it may come to a point that I don’t have a choice. Something has to give. 

        I think this whole thing for me started after undergrad. I know I got some extra years after my education to continue being a child. But after undergrad, my time hanging out with friends was at first reduced because of conflicting schedules. Good friends eventually became present day strangers over time unspent. Then, work demanded more of us, which meant that there was less time for our own entertainment. The games we used to play were matched up against the amount of money we made and who could invest more time in it or who had the natural ability to keep up. Rather than our fun being a commonality between us, it became something that made us realize we couldn’t invest in each other as much as we wanted. Getting older, it became more difficult to explore new hobbies and interests because of exhaustion from work and the need for relief from the stress of trying to maintain daily life. 

	I guess it’s just a part of how it’s been decided that life should play out. And of course, there’s always worse. Always. But it’s always nice to think of what could be.

	Anyway, I hope your week is radical, reader. And I also hope that when someone says they’re trying their best, that you respect them by believing them.