4.299. Reflections on a Covid Night

This is a late night blog. I have a bit more energy behind it, because I’ve be playing with my kids for a few hours and really enjoying it. That is largely where the joy of the blog ends. See, I want to talk about God Friended Me. The show was cancelled after two seasons of following around the protagonist and trying to figure out who was behind this mysterious ‘God Account’ that offered him friend suggestions of people in desperate need. SPOILER ALERT

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You never find out who is behind it.

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So, yeah, the show is trash.

Seriously, we spent two years looking for some sort of a closing. We wanted lasting satisfaction and we got bunk. That, dear readers, is Janky. One thing I did learn from the show is that a great deal can be structured around expected outcomes. If done well enough, the readers/viewers do not care that the outcome is expected. The entire romance industry is built on that simple truth. Here is another simple truth: I need to write a novel now. I have all the creativity in the world inside of me and I am doing diddly with it. Heck, even my minecraft stuff is rote. It isn’t as if I have forever. One day I won’t be around and I want to look back on my life as one of accomplishment, love, and joy. I need to do things differently and more immediately in order for that to be a reality.

I don’t want to end my life like that show, never knowing what is possible. I want to end it knowing I lived it and I pushed myself in every conceivable way. I want to know I did it for me and not to prove things to people who don’t actually matter. I’m not here to flex. I am here to grow and learn and produce and not a lot of those things are presently happening. They could and should be.

Some Thoughts:

  1. 4.295 didn’t actually publish so I published it here just a few moments ago. Gotta hit publish twice. It is a wonky system.
  2. I’m trying to promote two words. One is because I like the word: Janky. The other, bandwith, is a straight up useless corporate word and functioning in this semi-corp space has me wanting to use fake words and popularize them for my own satisfaction.

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