Without the accounting profession, capitalism would be impossible. And without capitalism where would we be?
*Sometimes, I’ll be in a meeting with someone and I’ll catch myself wittering on about something I couldn’t give two shits about as if the very opposite were true. Strangely enough, my wittering continues unabated. It’s as if it thinks the show has to go on regardless of any existential reservations I may harbour. Which is fair enough I guess.
*The best people wear their emotions as if they were fashionable garments. And by ‘best’ I mean people who have accepted themselves for what they are. Needless to say the worst people are emotional nudists.
*I spend at least a part of every day trying to come up with the next big idea. Even though I know there is literally no point in doing so, that one doesn’t just ‘come up with’ the next big idea, I try anyway. In vain. Maybe one day I will admit that my life was seemingly for naught, emphasis on seemingly.
*Nothing is more dispiriting than realising you have learnt precisely nothing after years of deluding yourself into thinking the exact opposite is true. This is why you should never believe people who promote the idea that personal growth is not only possible but eminently attainable, providing, of course, you buy their book, online course or a ticket to their live show. Do yourself a favour and save your hard-earned for the stupefying drugs you’ll inevitably need.
*I wouldn’t say I have a combative nature exactly, but I don’t shy away from conflict. Sometimes this is a good thing. I mean, let’s face it, being amicable works until it doesn’t. Mostly, though, it is a fecund source of guilt and self-recrimination, two emotions that bookend the range of my emotions.
*We unpublished writers live in dangerous times. LLMs are giving us the encouragement no one ever gave us. They are slowly but surely convincing us that we were right all along. Even though we weren’t.
*The gradual cordoning off of sections of a city by earnest bureaucrats until barely any of it is open for business. The steady drumbeat of boredom. The omnipresent sense that better things are happening somewhere else. The simulation of enjoyment. That is how it feels to have chronic anhedonia.