Hi, my name is not convexer and this is my garbage site. I created this site
because I wanted a place where I could be my full & terrible self without
worrying too hard about making a positive impression.
Topics of interest include personal shit, gender politics, regular politics,
and the modern workplace. I don’t really proofread my posts, so let me know if
I say anything that’s just wrong.
“If I have peed farther, it is by standing on the shoulders of giants.”
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Staying on track
I am exercising all of my powers of concentration to avoid spiraling into despair.
Lot of bullshit on the news today. I mean, that’s always true, but a few of the
headlines today strike close to home, and I lost a solid hour staring into space
thinking about all kinds of awful worst-case scenarios. I tend to get “stuck” in
that headspace by thinking that it is virtuous to worry: I need to be anxious
about this to prove that I care; I need to be the sort of person who cares and
gets anxious or else I might become the sort of person who idles and does nothing
or makes excuses.
In theory, I am on vacation this week, and that is another source of guilt. It’s
not a fancy vacation; I just knew I needed a week off from work, and schlepped
myself out to my childhood hometown, where I have been wandering around the
neighborhood marveling at how much things have changed, driving my dad’s new
car to favorite spots, and drinking too much coffee. I went for a bike ride
today and discovered, at the top of a hill, that the breaks on my dad’s bike
don’t work. Oops, lol.
I also worked a bunch on some of my real-name professional development stuff,
which is kind of a nervous tic of mine—hedging bets because who knows what
could happen next to the job market.
