So it was another bright and empty Tuesday in the Year of Our Lord Whatever, and the office towers hummed along like patient machines that had finally figured out how to digest human beings without chewing. The sun was out, the elevators worked, the coffee was hot, and nothing visible suggested catastrophe. This was one…
Tag: Depression
Hard and Paranoid
You’ve got to be hard. Life doesn’t hand out participation trophies. Those easy answers you crave? They’re garbage. They’re for the weak, the complacent. They make you soft, and there’s nothing more shameful than settling for mediocrity. If you’re content with half-assed efforts, you might as well throw in the towel now. Real achievement, real…