I want you to believe magtonic's world is not always full of only tragic– and it truly isn't– but ranting and tragedy are kind of like cousins.
That said rather than a complete recap, lets just say I have been reminded by the events of the last few days (you could assume weeks, months, years and you'd still probably be on point) that life is too short to really trip off of minor events, but that doesn't miraculously make the ridiculousness of them disappear.
I need to get my head right, got too many people in it as an old friend said. Personal stuff, school stuff, and now friend/life stuff. Passings, illnesses, frustrations, all adds up. But comparing them is apples to oranges, my best friend suggested.
But when hope isn't something you do, because you're a pragmatist and not much of a dreamer. And wishing on unicorns, leprechauns and miracles are your go to because you're a comedian– when you're at the bottom what can you do except jokingly wish on the imaginary. What's left?
Refinding your swag. That's right. Listen to the most ridiculous music– that ish that hypes you up, brings you down, makes you sing out loud on a crowded bus, and bump your head hard enough for others to notice– wear your favorite kicks, look for "hella appropriate swag" (whatever the hell that is) in others.
Though I've made "swag" my goal to work towards in light of things for only the past 24 and would like to do it in some sort of organic way. Should I get desperate, I do have an option to expedite that shit....
We can thank J-Boog for this... Reminding me that life is just a series of schemes aimed at making you constantly refind your swag.
