Category: Zack’s Spot

Confusing musings.

The Funk

by The Relatables, posted in Zack's Spot

I’ve been in what my mom used to call a “funk” for the last week or so. Since I was a kid, I would get in these funks about once a month and I don’t know how to stop it. I try to push through, I try to keep myself distracted but sometimes there’s no escaping it. I’ve been trying to stay away from this kind of post. My eyes roll every time someone posts about depression or anxiety on social media because everyone has some kind of underlying symptom of one of those things. What makes my despondence significant? I have it pretty easy.

I can usually rationalize myself out of feeling down or unmotivated but not this week. This week’s been pretty dark. My diet and lack of physical activity hasn’t been helping. I keep leaving work early to get snacks, go home, smoke a bowl and eat said snacks until I pass out- only to wake up and do the same thing again the next day. It’s pathetic. I think I know why I’m self sabotaging but for some reason I don’t want to confront it yet. Confronting it might end what I have going on right now and what I have going on right now feels good…while it’s going on. I know I’m being vague but I think you get the gist.

The funk always starts in a deep, dark place and then creeps out to touch all whenever I give it fuel. I fuel it with a lack of sleep, sugar and consuming (rather than creating). I just looked down and saw that I made it to 250 words. I created that and now I’m done. Yeah, the funk is real.

Give me your best funk fix.

Rebellion

by The Relatables, posted in Zack's Spot

Rebelliousness used to sound way cooler/tighter/doper/fire/morefire/flame before the new millennium. It doesn’t sound as cool anymore because of the way years are numbered. Think about it, “I had a really bad acid phase in the 2010’s”, doesn’t have the same bite as, ” Things were way groovier back in the 70’s.” Rebellion isn’t quite like what it used to be. While the creation of the Internet and social media has brought like minded people together, it has also diluted our healthy skepticism of government. This sounds too much like the intro to a Youtube conspiracy video, but really, we’ve all gotten so stuck in our echo chambers that we’re fighting against each other instead of actual oppression. We’ve created so many genders that the bathroom tile industry has gotten way too robust. The ethos used to be of “one people, one race, equality”, and not progressives actively push to be put on boxes and label people oppressive or oppressed. How can you say someone is punching up or down? Wouldn’t that imply that one group is “better” (for lack of a better word) than another. I’m kind of getting off of the point of rebelliousness here but I think in some way this all connects. Bottom line is, the more groups you have, the less strength in numbers. Less strength in the aspect of morale and cohesiveness to keep the powers at be in check.  Do you think people art getting less rebellious? Do you think I’m making any sense at all right now? It is just before midnight on a Saturday night and I’ve tasted a wee bit of vodka, so be easy on me.

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Perfection

by The Relatables, posted in Zack's Spot

So if you’re keeping track, you may have noticed that I missed a blog post yesterday. If you didn’t notice, congratulations on living your life. This is usually the point in a project when I give up. I told myself I’d write a blog post everyday but I missed a day, so now I consider myself a failure and won’t continue to write anymore. This probably would have been my m.o. a year ago but I’m done beating myself up over not being perfect (or even close). I used to think that not striving for perfection in everything you did was weak behavior. My quest for perfection usually freezes me at the starting line of most projects because I convince myself there’s no point in doing it unless it’s going to be perfect. Then I just bail on the project. Now THAT is weak behavior. It’s a fear of failure. It’s a faux elitist point of view that blinds me from realizing anything…much less my self-granted potential. I won’t do it this time, I’m not going to quit just yet. I really like doing this. It’s like typing out a podcast you’re doing by yourself in your head. At first I was rolling my eyes at myself. Who are you? Why would you think people are gonna read your fucking blog? I don’t even worry about that anymore. It’s not for other people. This is for me. It won’t be perfect. It can’t be perfect.

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Vague-ish

by The Relatables, posted in Zack's Spot

I know what I want to write about, but I won’t, out of respect and matters of privacy. Maybe it’s not respect, maybe it’s self-preservation. I know it’s private but if I don’t write about it, it’ll nag at me and if it nags at me then it won’t work. I wouldn’t want it to work. No one likes a nag- no two, either. I don’t like being vague but it’s private. Maybe a lack of privacy lead to the nagging. Maybe the lack of privacy felt like there was no respect. I care about privacy but then I don’t, so maybe I do? I’m being vague-ish. I wouldn’t want to spoil the pumpkin for Halloween night by carving it too early in October. The fuck? The analogy actually makes sense but it’s just so obscure and not even the season right now. Vague-ish.

Random iPhone thoughts today:

“Sometimes you have to save face before it gets thrown in yours.” -No context, not sure where my brain pulled that from

“We can’t invalidate ignorant people.” Started thinking about that Netflix doc “Behind the Curve” again and wanted to force myself to remember that those people (flat-earthers) are just questioning things because of what may have happened to them in the past and that there was a time when I didn’t know things. Sure, some are people who refute all evidence and deep down you know that they know the earth isn’t flat but at the end of the day they have a community of people that accepts them. I know I’m not breaking any new ground here but that’s all people really want…is to be accepted. What I’m saying is, hug a potential flat-earther. Accept people or they’ll end up being flat-earthers.