1/22/26

Thought of the day

Oh, you poor bastard.
You didn’t deserve this.

You just asked if I needed help.
And I did, in such a big way, but not the kind you could provide.

I brought the toxicity to the dog food aisle you were stocking.
I didn’t know you were going to be there.
The aisle was clear, so I thought I had authorization to release my bioweapon.

But there you were, a few seconds later, eager to help this dumb, white guy.
The look on my face could have been confused with “I need assistance.”
Except it was fear and shame.

I was afraid that if you got any closer, your face would melt off.
And humiliated because I am a disgusting human being whose natural‑gas exports are single‑handedly raising the Earth’s core temperature.

I moved closer to you like I was playing full‑court press defense to try to limit your movements, but that just prolonged the inevitability.

“Do you need help with anything?” you asked.

In hindsight, I should have said, “It smells like shit in here,” and stormed out of the store like I was in a Netflix buddy comedy.
Instead, I said, “Sure. I’m looking for some diet dog food.”

Of course, that dog food was located in the eye of the storm.

He didn’t know what hit him as he naively drifted into the fray, but he bravely pointed out the brand I might be interested in while silently wondering what fresh hell had invaded his nasal cavities.

I quickly and politely said, “Thank you,” to end the conversation and watched him hurry out of the aisle, presumably in search of the nearest fresh air and a reason to live.

Anyway… so how’s your day going?

Meme dump

I will persevere.
I will keep moving forward.
I will be the stream.