PEOPLE!
Out to Pasture
“Rollin,’ rollin,’ rollin,’…”
Author’s Note: The following piece originally appeared in my Substack, Sherry Raw.
Hello, everyone. It’s been a minute since I’ve attended to my Stacks and I want to explain why.
I’ve been remiss in my Substack Writing Journey as well as my Medium Writing Journey because I’ve been on an I’m So Fucking Exhausted That I Can’t Think Straight, Journey along with a Dreading The Thought Of A Treasonous Felon Winning A Second Term As President Journey.
Too, I’ve embarked on a half-assed Trying To Cut Back On The Booze journey, dimming my already not-so-sunny mood.
I’m also on what feels like a Perenially Bummed-Out journey that is closely related to my I Fucking Hate People journey.
Wait. Can you give me a minute? I need to go on a Pee Journey.
Okay, I’m back. I appreciate your patience. You must be on a Self-Improvement Journey. I salute you.
So, you’ve probably guessed the point of this story. “When did everything become a journey?”
And I do mean “everything.” From hair and weight loss to sobriety to financial freedom to taking a decent dump. Waste precious time on any social media site and you’ll encounter hoards of people…
