Anonymity

Being anonymous is one way to truly speak freely.

But in today’s world is anyone anonymous?

Do I remember how to write without cliches?

Do I have anything to say or am I just yapping?

They say great art comes when you stop self censoring. (Who is they?)

Drugs and alcohol have rotted out my brain. I used to be able to write endlessly about god knows anything.

In the end what did it do for me? When the parties are over, the club lights have come on, what is left?

When you’ve washed the last specks of glitter off your body and thrown away the random odd possession (a sock, a hair tie, shoes, pants, underwear you name it) of the wonman who accompanied me on the debauch, what is left that means anything?

When you’ve double dipped “overemployed” on work for a year and made close to $300,000 but lost touch with any sembelence of direction in your life. What is a career path in 2024 for a programmer?

Overemployment is nice, money is nice, but I’ve been enjoying the time since all that ended. Things are quieter. Things are calmer. I can breathe again. Mentally unburdened from the drudgery of checking Slack, Teams, a notification here or there. Stressing on the weekends because I didn’t have the time to catch up on the looming expectations on Monday. Partying it away to cope. It is a good thing that it ended.

But where does that leave me?