Nuts.


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No one else
That I know
Talks about emotions in an honest way
They just stay on shallow avenues

Geva Alon's new single Running Down is on repeat because I need it on repeat


JUST NUTS.

This all started because I had a thought to send my father a gift in the mail for Father's Day.

Which I never do, considering the fact that I am a terrible gift giver.

(I know you know this, Reader ๐Ÿ˜”.)

And now I am on a nuts dot com newsletter that I can't bring myself to unsubscribe from because, depending on the moment, gifted and shipped nuts are either:

๐Ÿ’– a brilliantly nostalgic and heartwarming gift for the father that enjoys little but shared his hot cashews with me when we frequented the J&R Nuts shop downtown when I was a child,

-or-

๐Ÿฅถ a quagmire of disappointment and rejection that finds $60 worth of "designer" nuts in the trash can and my mother adding to the grudge tally against me for never buying her nuts.

Nuts dot com emails are cheek to cheek with unhinged sticker snowflakes, desperate, degenerate Dems, and coupons for luggage I will never, ever buy; all strewn about my inbox landscape which is looking more and more like The Trench, as the planet that encapsulates all our inboxes should be renamed (follow me, follow me) PLANET NUTCASE!!

Is now the time to mention I have an email marketing course that you can buy, link in footer?

I know. NUTS.

APPARENTLY I CAN ONLY KICK ASS IN ONE AREA OF LIFE

Tertiary to war and climate change, I had an "oh, shit" moment at work recently.

I was in the zone, writing good stuff, crossing things off lists, cracking jokes with the normies, and fully passing for a subordinate employee.

I felt good and I thought, wow, this is going surprisingly well. I felt...

Utterly unimportant, but useful.

Then I was stung by the realization that truly, I can only do well in one area of my life at a time.

Currently, that is the employee cosplay work. I really wish I was doing well in mothering, partnering, or friendship.

I really wish I could hold empathy and outrage at the same time, that I could resist the urge to self-destruct while dreaming of the future.

I wish I could give gifts without wanting something in return.

But I've never been able to multitask.

NUTCASE gonna NUTCASE,

โœŒ๏ธ Kristy


Other songs that may appease rage pains:

Ghost in the Machine: SZA featuring Pheobe Bridgersโ€‹
Can you distract me from all the disaster? ...Cravin' humanity / Y'all lack humanity / I need humanity

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Eminence Front: The Whoโ€‹
The sun shines and people forget / The spray flies as the speedboat glides / And people forget
Forget they're hiding


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