3/3🧵

I don't need a great job or a ton of money. I don't need the adventures I used to go on. I don't need to go back to being young or skinny, as if I ever could. I don't even need to be healthy. It might never happen.

I just need people. Check on your friends. More than anything, we need people.

2/3 🧵

Thing is, my brother had to take me to a medical procedure out of town.

And lounging in our respective hotel beds, watching a funny anime, & revealing secrets about who we hooked up with back in hs, I'm reminded that all I need to stay alive is this. This is a good reason to stay alive.

The pleasure of writing something you’re proud of only comes from the struggle of having to write a lot of things you aren’t particularly proud of. And some days you’ll feel so good while you’re writing, and other days you’ll feel horrible. That’s writing AND being a human.

As someone who has wanted to be a writer from the earliest point I can remember, I resent the act of writing a lot. Because it’s extremely fucking hard and time-consuming and painful and oftentimes thankless. But that’s what you sign up for when you decide to write. There are no shortcuts.

Just today, I’ve talked to two teenage boys and five different parents who all said the same thing: Young men are TERRIFIED right now.

You want their vote? Be the one to stand up for their lives because God knows warmongers won’t.

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Let’s talk a little bit about what you can do to avoid this wave. It’s looking like a huge one, and even ignoring the risk of death or permanent disability from long covid, do you really want to lose two or three sunny weeks to feeling like crap?

Here’s some common sense risk reduction ideas: