Minding the Midnight Hour

November 8, 2026

When did having a life worth inhabiting become so unfamiliar and strangely defined. The eagerness for popularity people have crushes me. I suppose it always has as I've never really understood it at all. The very idea of what should and shouldn't receive recognition confounds and saddens me.

I'm not really sure where my thoughts are, atm. A bit scrambled for sure. The priorities of our civilization consistently disappoint me. I keep fighting against shutting down, but there are moments where it's more challenging than others. This appears to be one of them.

How strange it is to both be at a loss but content in who you are simultaneously. I've been told aplenty that I'm either too unfocused or far too focused. I think, perhaps, the reality is that I'm simply not focused on what others wish I was. I think I am beginning to accept that I never will be.