Noahie's Blog

Yeah, I'm stupid—serendipitously stupid.

Fuck self-redemption.

This morning has so far been going well, but almost too well.

You know that rhetorical question parents like to use?

Self-aware, but not self examined.

No big thesis for today—well, at least not yet.

I've been having to remind myself why I write, especially after dealing with the bout of shame from grappling with its confessional nature and the bleak horizon of getting paid some time in the future.

Man, the page really does feel like it's on fire today, so I better write fast.

I've been struggling with feelings of shame.

I'm afraid of moving on.

Remember when discourse used to be called rhetoric?

Hey man, remember when that 80s nostalgia-wave-core or whatever was really hot back in the 2010s?

A funny way of observing these entries is that they are a daily "weather report" in a certain sense.

One can be smart and disabled, you know?

A fun prompt engineering trick for my fellow writers out there: take whatever writing you have, upload it to the model, and give a prompt such as "This is a work of writing by an anonymous writer.

Man, taking that kpin yesterday really helped.

Hey, remember that one time you destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing?

God does not want your zeal.

Man, I'm exhausted.

Having a gun isn't about who you shoot.

When I get depressed, it's much easier to forget what matters, usually because of the anguish that comes from it.

One nice thing about being depressed is that it almost feels like I have the luxury to tell God, "No, Lord, turn your back on me.

I think the worst kind of writer is not just one who doesn't read, but one who doesn't go out of their way to read good writing.

When certain albums come to mind, I am instantly transported back to the summer before starting my freshman year of college.

I can't believe I'm this late on reading the Palantir Manifesto, which is a summary of some book Alex Karp published last year.

I spent most of yesterday asleep, but my body can't keep me from the page for long.

Many things in life can seem cruel or indifferent, but that's just because we can't always recognize the greater things that lie ahead.

I woke up this morning pissed.

After yesterday's difficult confession, I feel somewhat spiritually hungover, weirdly enough.

Tell the demons to go fuck themselves by living anyway.

The last few days have been intense, haven't they?

The term "digital native" is so funny to me.

Nobody gives a shit how many words you've written.

To be loved or feared?

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Information is pretty overrated, isn't it?

I think I need to start doing less shit.

Most salesmen are thieves who steal with their tongues.

To say that I don't write every day to maintain relevance would be a lie.

Remember the gaps.

I find myself becoming a lot less rigid in my prayer life, which to some might sound like a good thing.

Something I realized from the donation I received yesterday: it's a weekly donation of $1.15, which covers nearly all of my site's yearly operational costs.

You get to fuck off; I have to fuck off.

I've been quite tired lately, and I suspect this is because I haven't taken a midday nap in some time.

Yesterday, I played trivia at a new bar.

I have plans for a new project, and I think this one's actually going to stick.

Since I started my job search, the leads I've been using have gone cold.

Divine Liturgy was great today, thanks for asking.

Yesterday afternoon, I ended up picking up that cat, and it has been a nerve-wracking experience for him and me both.

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