I hope to be the main character of my life.
I have changed my opinion of the telephone. Thank you, Thomas.
Well, a little good news for once. I am wasting a little extra time because I have lost my love for the butterfly keyboard on Macintosh 13 inch laptops from 2017. It really is terrible. Instead, I am writing this on a Remington typewriter, and retyping my tangents for the internet. It just gets me away from the chore that it has become to write. It isn’t the writing or the audience. I am very grateful for every word you digest. It is the redundancy and mundaneness of technology. There is no soul behind a computer. I want to write like I want to play jazz. This typewriter feels like little orgasms at the end of my fingertips, and the ding at the end of each line sounds like music to my ears. We must strive to make what we do enjoyable. If I hated every time that I sat down at my computer to write (which for the past week, I’ll admit, I have), I think you would begin to notice. John Grisham (who I am currently reading) gave some advice on using a typewriter. He says that it helps the writer slow down (which if you saw the speed and misspellings on the original draft you’d holler) and formulate his thoughts and not rely on the delete key. I am somewhat unfiltered, but if I don’t have the option to edit my stream of consciousness, then perhaps you are getting the real me. I warn you, I am not perfect. If it wasn’t for having bipolar depression and acute addictive personalities (I can’t even shower without staying in too long and turning into a prune), I might be a suitable stand-up guy. Be warned. GO BACK NOW. I don’t think there is such thing as a gentleman. Perhaps there are a few good men, but a gentle man has she/her pronouns. I told you! I write just enough shit to get me in trouble. I love everybody differently. Personally, I will keep my judgment calls under wraps but I will say that men, as in boys….have detracted from more reasonable causes like, dare I say, women’s rights. Don’t quote me on that. I wouldn’t wish to be born the wrong gender on my worst enemy. And there is a valid struggle for young men who identify as women. I just think it might be harder to be born a woman. I don’t know. I should ask someone about this. We can learn a lot from learning. Listen, don’t listen to me. I have balls. The rest of me is proportionate but tiny. Tiny fingers. Tiny brain. I just have a very long attention span. It can go on forever and ever, all while being dangerously distracted. Just now, I got up to look for my noise cancellers. I am like a moth drawn to the flame. I will burn in hell.
The good news…I was selected to serve on the committee of Harold Washington’s literary magazine.
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