Melancholic Mediocrity :v_bi:<p>Disclaimer: Fuck it. I’m never going to get this essay to a point where I’m satisfied with it, so I’m going to post it in parts like a serial because I don’t have the spoons to set up a proper blog. I’m sick with what is probably covid (again [yay retail life]) and I’m just so goddamned tired.</p><p>The following will delve into matters quite dark and gloomy such as mortality and severe depression; but it also will allude to positive developments born from this same gloom and doom.</p><p>I hesitate to share this because it describes some very personal feelings and experiences, but my hope is that by doing so, it will resonate with and provide comfort to someone else out there on this gigantic blue marble.</p><p>I began drafting this prior to the 2024 U.S. Presidential election from a place of darkness edged with optimism; however, since that time it’s become difficult to return to my former writing stride in the face of.. well, the results of said election, becoming functionally homeless, and so forth.</p><p>I had intended for this to be one of my most polished writings – a triumphant manifesto of sorts; regrettably, like most aspects of my life, present circumstances have forced me to accelerate preparation and release of this essay prior to what I would consider an acceptable result.</p><p><a href="https://beige.party/tags/MentalIllness" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>MentalIllness</span></a> <a href="https://beige.party/tags/ideation" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>ideation</span></a> <a href="https://beige.party/tags/despair" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>despair</span></a> <a href="https://beige.party/tags/profanity" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>profanity</span></a></p>