Ok now that I’ve got tunes and a little energy I’ll tell you some about who you get your little pep talks from

I grew up in baptist blue collar TX with a drunk dad who did his best because he’s definitely ND and a product of his generation. I was usually too sensitive, loud or weird. I was good at learning. Got me out of there.

Went to a liberal uni, got jobs in journalism, got overwhelmed with the reality of the world after all that small town nonsense, flunked out and was a quiet country DJ who smoked too much. This was ok till the cops got mad I had three joints.

You wanna know what radicalized you? Sitting next to a lantinx woman getting a higher sentence than you for the same “crime” almost to the letter. Don’t meet romantic partners after this if you are me (hint: I didn’t know this)

Get stuck with drug dealer abusive boyfriend! Parents already tell me not to call anymore after bailing me out of jail. Friends aren’t on the allowed list to see. Try being homeless, don’t make it long so forced back to the guy.

One friend helps me out, guilt for him doing this makes me consider getting married. Stuck with him and his moms checkbook of safety for a while until he leaves me in the hospital cause he’s a narcissist who couldn’t fix my autoimmune diagnosis.

Burn it all, leave him with everything, move to DC. Get good job. Have hope, handle on meds and diagnosis. Get to giving back. Actually traveling and meeting good people.

Quarantine.

So, respectfully, yes you can be positive and beaten by life at the same time. Stop saying you can’t.

Ooh lost a follower or two. Toodles.