I’m gonna keep you in love with me for a while
or at least until one of us gets distracted
Dear, Substack
I’ve been neglecting you and I’m sorry. I think about you often. I’ve been wanting to reach out and apologize for the mistreatment I’ve shown you, so here it is. You deserve better, but I’m going to be selfish and say I’d like to keep you for a while. I want to keep you in love with me for a while. I’ll try not to disrespect you again, but once an offender, always an offender. Is change possible? We’ll see. Gonna do my best, though.
So it goes.
x
Last weekend was the first hike of the year. Late start, I know, but this year is moving fast. Not just I’m so busy the days are flying by and there aren’t enough hours in the day fast, but like there really aren’t enough hours in the day and where is the day going because busy is not the problem fast. I discussed this absurdity with a co-worker and am relieved and thankful that she agrees and I’m not alone in feeling like we’re all getting swindled out of time somehow.
I know time is arbitrary and clocks are man-made, but I don’t know man. Is there a conspiracy going on? Please tell me if there is. I love a good conspiracy.
But Hannah, did you forget?
“Time is basically an illusion created by the mind to aid in our sense of temporal presence in the vast ocean of space. Without the neurons to create a virtual perception of the past and the future based on all our experiences, there is no actual existence of the past and the future. All that there is, is the present” (Abhijit Naskar, Love, God & Neurons: Memoir of a scientist who found himself by getting lost).
Yada yada.
We’re on day 87 of 2024. More hikes, please.
The Program on Netflix is worth a watch. It’s baffling that institutes like Ivy Ridge were/are created base off of the synanon cult guy, Charles E. Dederich. He didn’t graduate from Notre Dame, had zero qualifications for anything psychology and addiction related, and founded one of the biggest cults in America posing as a drug rehab. It became a religious movement for people. Like, wtf. Brainwashing at its finest. HBO has a doc coming out next month about it.
An attempt at creativity.
“To sip and be sipped”
A flooded cup is there to entice,
But a sip will have to suffice.
For I know the taste of love,
The scent entangled in souls.
The temptation for more,
The craving and the greed.
But to drink it all,
This appetite I know not to feed.
I’ve had this song stuck in my head for weeks now. WEEKS. This song’s determination is astounding, always popping back to the forefront of my thoughts, and mainly just the line “I’m gonna keep you in love with me for a while.”
Thanks for reading. Thanks for all you do. Take care.
there she is! The Program is on my list, just added it this morning coincidentally. And yes to more outside adventures. Come take Potato's picture.
Awwwww hello!