Straight Edge Life

I was thinking a bit about who and what I can trust. As much as it sucks I feel like one of the few things I can trust is that I will get screwed or that things won’t turn out just the way I want. Waaa, waaa, right? Shut up and deal with life I often tell myself. Shit happens, that’s the way the cookie crumbles, etc. But all of this pessimistic / realistic crap has the surprisingly efficient effect of killing hope. I mean, if the world is out to get me (even in very subtle ways) why should I even bother? Just hunker down and protect myself, live safely. Or, as I tend to do, lose myself in my work.

I’ve been busy for the last few weeks. Lost in my work. Not so much paying work as love labors. Of which there are many. In the last few weeks I’ve been shooting, climbing (yes climbing), printing, working my ass off on Pixenter, and making frames for my photos. I’m losing myself in these things, on purpose, and I haven’t fingered exactly why yet. Maybe I just need a break from myself.