21.4.25 - Missing the boat

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Last week, possibly last Tuesday, I drove to the Shannon Pot. On the way back, I went to White Island North. When I got there, I discovered that the ferry didn't start going till May/ June. I mean I knew this. In the literal first story I wrote, I write about someone rowing out to the island. 

So I clearly didn't remember my own story.

This memory thing is quite worrying... but i CAN be forgiven for today cos EasyJet had switched its flight from City to International and I didn't pay attention.

Its' kind of completely mad. Also I have been in a sort of stasis since coming back from Singapore a - a sort of Eat-Sleep-Repeat. It's awful really. 

But... then... So I have done very little of anything creative. Apart from school which is obviously very creative...

I must not mislay my book... they are the only copies of my work.

Anyway, I returned from the Shannon Pot and I now know, just like writing, I can just have a mystical experience whenever I want. Just like that, literally. Also I quite like this keyboard. I was a bit whingey about it but I quite like it now especially since there seems to be a built in wrist rest.

Dear god I have never seen a more miserable human being in real life apart from the guy in front of me. This society leads to diminishing returns. Its probably the only thing economics has gotten right. The more you do of something, the less it really means. And that's true of anything. Well maybe not EVERYTHING, but generally most things. I think that this trip is going to be the line I draw under the whole social media thing.

Say something about the whole social media thing.

So it is all very toxic. Well it is and it isn't... I did get my head round Facebook and barely around Instagram, but TikTok I only got into because of Gaza and now it just seems to be full of shite. By shite I mean the White Lotus - which I do enjoy and the joke space flight taken by those horrible women. The entire world is on TikTok. It is actually fascinating to study.

I know I have spent too much time onscreen... I think I should write about second hand PTSD because of Gaza.


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