Weeks38,39: Inconsequential Bullshit
I have to say, I often feel at a loss when writing the weekly laundry lists. I know I have said this before, but it feels even stronger during these winter months. While everything I do relates to rewilding, and people enjoy reading about my personal struggles, I can’t help but feel bored writing about some of them.
This feeling came under fire by an anarcho-primitivist (who will remain un-nammed) this week who sent me a rather scathing message about how stupid and self-serving my blog reads. I found this funny because, though he attacked me, I actually agreed with him a little!
The Derrick Jensen Q and A went off without a hitch. My cancer surgery went off without a hitch. The hate-mail has shrunk considerably and my Christmas didn’t feel all that stressful. I feel as though these weekly ramblings have lost a little power. One of my favorite pieces of wisdom Derrick Jensen has passed on to me about writing involves thinking about writing as if someone had a gun to your head. Would I write this bullshit if someone had a gun to my head? Probably not a lot of it.
All this means to say that I feel like I need to reinstate the weekly laundry list! Yes, you heard me. I will now begin to post a meaningless list of shit I need to do, that I will probably fail to do, but at least I’ll have goals again and something more to talk about and try to justify than simply “inconsequential bullshit.”
Urban Scout’s Weekly Laundry List, Week 40:
– Finish felted booties.
– Work on Born to Rewild book.
– Find a job, no for real this time!
– Nuclear Winter Formal January 26th (Press releases out).
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