The State of Me (Part like 3?)
Look at it like a mental and spiritual health version of ‘The State of The Union Address’— if I were the Union and the president giving the address, all in one — play along and read on.
Dear Fellow Medium Inhabitants, Readers, Writers, Staff, and Executives…
Call it an excuse to write — or a need to write and not know what to call it or what it may be about precisely if anything at all in particular. Call it a generic cop-out of a title, where I can get away with saying practically anything under, at least in terms of having chosen a fitting title.
Other than that, there’s no “getting away with” saying anything, on the internet or otherwise. Actually, a man much wiser than me once said “I’ve never seen anyone get away with anything” and it struck me with a ton of deep and meaningful what the fuck. Because it's oh so precisely, wholesomely, and absolutely true. Whether we, they, or anyone else realizes it. Whether now, eventually, or none of them other than an elite minority are ever the wiser about it. It’s no less true.
This is because, whether it’s today, tomorrow, at yours or their great-grandkids' fifth birthday party, or your daughter's bah mitzvah or your neighbor's wedding day, karma…
