11/3 Daily Comic
I often wake up after a night of drinking and try to go back and piece together the hazy bits of information I’ve retained into a coherent narrative. I smile and shake my head, wondering why in the hell I’d said X to person Y or jumped on surface Z while screaming ASDSGDF123FDS.
Sometimes rather than reflecting on just one foggy night, I’ll try understanding an entire fuzzy period of my life. What compelled me to study obsessively for the speling bee in elementary school and cry onstage when I got second place? Why did I put up with having a bowl cut for so long, and what prompted me to spike my hair like Jimmy Neutron for many years of my life? For god’s sake, what was going through my mind when I got those strange squiggle tattoos on both ankles in the span of a couple months????
I’m pretty sure I wasn’t intoxicated when I made all of my life decisions, but sometimes it really feels like I was. We aren’t the same people we were, and that is true on every conceivable time scale. Our judgements change, and all we can do is continue the comical pattern of drunkenly making decisions in the present which we will be baffled by when we look back later in reflection.
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