In which I help you with cover tips, writing tips, rant about Sirius Black (Better known as my husband) and make Banana Pancakes to help everyone get through 2018.
Okay, lately I have been stuck in a very persistent existential crisis about time because IT'S SO FUCKING WEIRD, like I can't even wrap my head around it properly and it's been fucking me up.
Like we only get one bit and it just feels so unfair when you feel like you were missing out on an era but there's literally nothing you could ever have done to go back. Like when my Mum talks about the 80s, they sound fucking awesome but there is literally no way of me ever experiencing that.
And how back in like 3000 BC, they had no way of knowing what was going on in the future, the idea of the internet and stuff would just be so far off, that they can't even comprehend it and it makes me wonder what we'll have in the future that is just so far beyond our understanding right now. And it's the same with songs, clothes, everything, there is stuff that I will like in the future that isn't even made yet and it's fucking me up, man.
In the future too, there will be people who will look back and think about era and romanticise it not knowing that Donald was scary, the threats of global warming and shit were terrifying. Like they will completely erase that and just look at the good points. And there'll be people dressing in that 2013 tumblr aesthetic, wishing they had been teenagers now and I HATE IT.
And I hate how my future self is watching me right now through memories but then there will be so many moments that I will forget BECAUSE OF TIME.
Am I the only one who gets so freaked out by this as my sister just shrugs every time I talk about this, says she's alright with it but it fucks me up. Okay, I need to stop, I am spiralling into an existential crisis and I need to snap out of it, fucking time, man, fucking time.
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