The antidote to the nightmare isn't a perfect argument. It's a life. Community. Art. Rest. Humour. Boundaries. And choosing decency even when it's not rewarded. That's how you stay human.

Apparently we've reached the era where hypocrisy is not a dealbreaker, cruelty is a feature, and truth is optional, as long as it's helping the "right" people win.

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Let's turn "Melania" into the next "Rocky Horror Picture Show".

Oof. I just got off a call with a longtime friend. Their cancer is progressing. You learn how to hide your shaking voice. You talk about everyday things because those moments still belong to you both.

Social media is a marketplace of ideas where everyone's yelling over a clearance bin.

I joined a self-improvement program. Step one was admitting I needed help. Step two was realizing the program did too.

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I'm attracted to those who understand that repair is not an admission of failure, but a commitment to longevity.

I don't keep score. I keep momentum.

I don't crave attention. I crave alignment.

Desire isn't chaos. It's pattern recognition with better lighting.

I don't want forever. I want that look where two people silently agree not to lie to each other tonight.

Making art for no reason is still a reason. It unlocks curiosity, interrupts overthinking, and reminds me that joy doesn't have to justify itself.

I think I need to unplug for a bit. The news is hitting harder than usual, and even though I'm only a witness to the chaos and sadness, it's been seeping into me in a way I can't shake. The last few days have left me feeling heavy, paralyzed, and maybe even a little scared.

I genuinely don't understand how people in the US function daily under the nonstop lies, gaslighting, hypocrisy, and daily idiocy. At this point, surviving the news cycle counts as cardio.

The tell is simple. Heroes are terrifying to villains and reassuring to everyone else. If your presence makes people tense, quiet, or afraid, and you equate this with "respect", you're not the hero of the story.

If rage were heroic, every great story would end with a tantrum. Instead, characters like Atticus Finch model quiet courage, patience, and empathy in a hostile world. Real masculinity doesn't need to be loud. It needs to be on the right side of history.

Some believe being a man means being terrifying to everyone. Aragorn spends most of his time lowering his sword, protecting the weak, and reassuring scared people. If you're scary to civilians and comforting to no one, you're not a hero. You're the problem in Act One.

I read the news in the morning and spend the rest of the day pretending I didn't.

The hardest part of doing something new is explaining to your brain that nothing bad is happening.

The next couple of days are dedicated to getting organized and making my home office feel fun again. Right now, it's just a landscape of post-reno boxes and mild despair, and next week is going to be busy. I'd like my environment to be on my side.

Just so there's no confusion... if we're alone and I casually mention I know all the words to Falco's "Rock Me Amadeus" in German and then start singing it? That's not trivia. That's flirting.

When the clouds turn pink, it feels like the universe is flirting. It is subtle, unexpected, and just bold enough to make you believe in magic again.

Some days call for turning off the tech and disappearing into a book. Today is very much one of those days, and I'm answering the call without guilt.

I try to grow because I like the idea of being a person who learns instead of repeats. I'm also tired of apologizing for the same things with increasing eloquence.

I need more rosemary and pistachio crackers because they pair beautifully with introspection, mild anxiety, and the illusion of sophistication. They're part of my coping strategy now.

Today has that subtle wrongness to it. It's like the world tilted a degree without telling me. I've been fighting my mouse for the last hour because I'm sure the scrolling is inverted. Or maybe my brain is. Hard to say.

I went to bed early, woke up intentionally at 3 am, and two hours later I'm somehow convinced I've accomplished nothing (even though I have). This feels like a sign that the problem isn't my productivity, but the idiotic standards I'm measuring myself against.

Life is too brief to live on autopilot forever. Even on the hardest days, choosing one honest moment, one brave action, one small joy matters. Those moments add up. And one day, they're what defined your life.

It's so hard to make each day count when you're tired, hurting, or overwhelmed. But that's exactly why it matters. Life is short, and the days we sleepwalk through don't come back to ask if we're ready now.

I can tell how into someone I am by how long I’m willing to sit in a loud bar.

We hugged goodbye and it felt like closing a laptop without saving.

A first date is just two people slowly discovering each other's red flags and deciding which ones are decorative.

New Year's is the one time of the year people openly admit they're unhappy and blame themselves for it.

Snow by streetlights.

I made a list of goals for the new year, and it felt very productive until I realized the list was the goal. I'm also pacing myself because I don't want to peak in January. Happy New Year!

Snow by streetlights.

I made a list of goals for the new year, and it felt very productive until I realized the list was the goal. I'm also pacing myself because I don't want to peak in January. Happy New Year!

2025 was emotionally rough for me in ways I didn't always have the language for, and I know I'm not alone in that. So here's hoping 2026 brings better memories. Not necessarily big ones, just small, steady moments that make us smile instead of brace ourselves. #HappyNewYear2026

New Year's resolutions have a reputation for being difficult and short-lived, but I've always believed that depends entirely on the kinds of resolutions you choose to make. Here are my helpful (probably🤣😄) tips in the @weeklyhumorist.bsky.social.

I am happy to report that the early morning whimsy I submitted just got sold.

Woke up inspired, wrote something I hope is funny, hit submit before I could overthink it. A solid start to a Monday.

Ringing in the new year means one of two things for me. Nick and Nora trading razor-sharp banter in "The Thin Man", or getting emotionally ambushed by a "Twilight Zone" episode I've seen twelve times and still respect deeply. Honestly, both feel correct.

For anyone spending Christmas alone, please know that you are seen in the quiet. Not all joy is loud, and not all beauty gathers in crowds. Wishing you warmth, light, and hope that feels kind and unforced.

Wishing all the amazing and inspiring people on my feed a very Happy Christmas if you celebrate🎄 And if you don't, I'm wishing you a holiday season filled with rest, warmth, and whatever brings you a sense of peace and joy.

Something funny I wrote this year that got lost in the shuffle of several humor pieces I submitted. 😂

Your Journey to Romantic Success [a🧵] These are the methods I always use on first dates, and I can tell they work because afterward my dates walk very fast, as if hurrying to spread the good word. Someday, one of them will come back, I assume, once they finish all the hurrying.

December jingles thaw my frostbit pride; Tinsel teases cracks the ice I hide. I scoff, then smile. By New Year's cheer, Hope slips in, impolite, sincere.

Last-minute shopping turns ordinary objects into "thoughtful gifts".