Gloomy Gus

It is a gloomy gus kind of day. The gloomiest of gus'. Just gloomin' it up outside.

I feel like Jughead while I'm typing, like I'm writing the great American novel, but it's just me laughing as I type and watch Bob's Burgers in the background and try not to write dick jokes (it's just gonna happen eventually. Sorry not sorry).

Fucking A, man.

I've been alone in my home for a couple days now while my better half is hosting a Bachelorette for her best friend. In that time, I've found my emotions on being alone to be conflicting. On the one hand, it's nice having that time for ourselves and it's healthy and we always come back together and enjoy each other's company. On the other hand, I've found being alone with my thoughts to be kind of...well...lonely. I also know I'd feel the same just being around a bunch of people, so there's no winning for me. EXISTENCE IS PAIN.

Sorry for shouting.

So, I'm working on some stuff. Trying to finish the script for my short film, a new book, and some other writing projects. I honestly don't know what I'd do with my life if I didn't write. Like, I know there was a good chunk of time that I didn't write and it was during one of the most depressing periods of my life.

I started writing stories in middle school and then once I was in high school, it was like a dark cloud made itself at home over my head and Jared Leto came to my home to dress me every day like I was in the 30 Seconds To Mars music video for The Kill. I started writing poetry, which believe me, nobody wants to read my perspective on how fucked the world is, how sad my existence is, and just how badly I wanted to be swallowed into a giant, black hole. See, you don't wanna read that.

That was all I wrote for a long period of time and then I just stopped altogether. Life just got in the way and I was so depressed, I just never saw the point.

Then, the best thing that could've happened to me happened: my girlfriend at the time broke up with me. I started a new journey and after a couple more years, I started writing again.

Wanting to try something new, I started writing scripts for stuff, the first one being a show I wanted to make (and still kind of do) called The Roomates, a slice-of-life comedy where my friends and I just get high and get into precarious situations. Imagine the show Workaholics, but with more comic book references.

From there, I just kept writing. I helped build a podcast, wrote scripts for that, and then I decided to write a small, fucked up Christmas story that I had published at the end of last year called MERRY CHRISTMAS, KIDS, DADDY'S DEAD!

From there, I've had the immense pleasure of writing stories for my friend's anthology comic book and some other stuff.

Without writing, I truly don't think I could exist. It is my reason for being here. You guys remember that episode of South Park where Kyle started reading those books and it caused him to question his existence, thus making him nonexistent if he didn't believe he existed? That's what would happen to me if I stopped writing again. I am a storyteller. They may not be great stories, but they're my stories.

All right, guys, that's my rant for the OH MY GOD...

...HE JUST CRAWLED UNDER MY ARMS AS I WAS TYPING!

If you don't have pets, you should absolutely have pets. They're the perfect reminder that you are constantly loved and that you're never alone.

Never.

Ever.

Never.

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