I'm doing my grocery delivery shopping, so I googled for a list of calming herbs, and clicked on a list by an anarchist herbalist in the uk. I scroll looking for herb descriptions but instead I got such an earful about her intense political rage and personal problems that I swear I needed herbs to recover from the herbalist. I mean was it necessary to share that her incarcerated best friend slashed his face open in prison trying to kill himself, and that her ex-partner was murdered, among other injustices... She has a very exciting life for an herbalist. Bitch needs a diary. My god. Mostly there was a lot of ranting about state violence and capitalism, which is cool but man I'm just trying to learn about herbs. Like maybe we can hold off on the revolution until after my grocery order. Lemme finish my coffee first. Shit.
So I'm less calm now than before I googled for calming herbs and I find that humorous.
The internet be like that.
I'm very grateful for my comparatively boring and low drama life. Maybe I am doing something right!
Suddenly everything around me feels so calm and peaceful. I like it that way. Radical serenity. It's saturday morning and the whole city is shrouded in lovely fog. Even my typically chaotic crime-filled neighborhood is so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Everyone must be sleeping in today. Maybe they're cooking french toast or pancakes or watching cartoons or having sex or reading books. I haven't heard a single siren yet today. It's awesome.
Maybe I'll cook myself some baked oats with fruit for breakfast today. Mmmm.
9:22 a.m. - 2021-09-25