Some of the best advice I’ve gotten as an adult child: greet everyone like you’re welcoming them to the party.
…been implementing this technique, approach, strategy, whatever, for the past couple of months now. It’s a game changer.
And what party am I greeting people into? What is the occasion for smiling?
Late-stage capitalism, of course, and HELL YEAH!!!
We have Kuwaiti oil fires, endless wars, climate change, wage slavery, oil pumps blowing up at the bottom of the gulf, state repression, private prisons, Justin Bieber, Hiroshima, and every 4 years: 1% of the world’s knuckle-dragging primates decide who will be in charge of the most gargantuan war machine in the history of the f’ing planet…
…at the same time, in fairness: humanity landed a spacecraft on a comet, took pictures, and sent that shit back. And PLUTO!!! The dopest planet in the solar system has gotten some close up shot! Dope, dope….
There’s also the smell of a Spring-time rose, the laughter of a kids, the sucking of toes, and I personally love roosters, Charles Mingus, and Triceratops.
Lots of things to love about this planet. Lots to love to go around. Infinite questions and curiosities to fulfill…
But you gotta tickle yourself some times cuz this can all be wearing…
This is the batshit crazy party I was born into… So this is the batshit crazy party I’m gonna welcome you to when I see you… See. You. At. The. Show.