Unsent

So yesterday I sent a message of condolences on Facebook. I'm not expecting a reply or anything in particular.  As a human being, I figure it is the right thing to do when when someone loses a loved one even if that someone isn't friends with you anymore. 

I would send a prayer card (because that's the only thing I can afford on a student budget) but I don't know their address in the province. I would visit the wake, but omicron virus from Australia might say hello.


"A long time ago, we used to be friends." - The Dandy Warhols

According to Facebook, the last time we talked was 14th August 2014.  

I don't recall what the context was anymore.  I noticed that my reply hasn't been read yet so I decided to unsend it.  I mean what's the point.

So much has happened since then and so many things I've already said. I think now is the time to put these all to rest.  There are more important issues to worry about: like how to win the lottery without betting; how to get an ITR when you haven't paid taxes on account of unemployment; how to cook African stew using sweet potato tops and cornmeal; how to travel without breathing; how to find therapeutic communication in a world dealing with climate change; how to transform nervousness and anxiety into excitement and anticipation; how to tie a Gordian knot; how not to hate; how to have less drama; how to survive this pandemic without intermittent fasting; why care; where to find CBD gummies; and so on and so forth.

Of course, there's no point to asking all of these questions when they can be answered by Duck-Duck-Go. 🦆

I wanted to make a longer, more heartfelt eulogy to 2021 but I hardly knew her. So for now, a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!  Let's hope 2022 sucks less and blows more.  

This is me shrugging off the bad vibes while listening to Adele's new album.