As a reformed shithead, I constantly feel pushed to try to awaken other shitheads to the reality that there’s a better way to be. And as a reformed shithead, I have to constantly remind myself just how useless that was when my head was fully up my own ass. I couldn’t hear anyone while I was way up in there. Or, rather, I could hear them talking, but I never really listened. I was...
Why Bother?
Six months ago, I quit a perfectly decent well-paying job at one of the “Big Four” firms in America to write cyberpunk fiction novels. And there’s not a day that goes by where I don’t ask myself “Why do I even fucking bother?” This morning, I decided to try to figure that out, because honestly, it’s driving me a bit mad. Let me unpack the situation a...