Hello Mind Readers,
If you ignore your blog long enough, it becomes vintage. I checked my last post from 2012. Facebook showed people's relationship statuses. The conclusion of Game of Thrones hadn't disappointed the world, throwing us into a wild alternate reality. And the top of my head had never had a sunburn.
Anyway, I figured it was time to dust this thing off and see if my brain still works in full sentences. And don’t worry, if you dig up my old posts, I already canceled myself back in 2012.
Hopefully, this is worth your few minutes, but who is going out anymore? Most of my observations revolve around my phone and the ten steps to the office bathroom. I don't want to come across as if I'm giving up, but going out means watching some guy on YouTube travel to an exotic location while my arms have a sharp pain from sneezing.
My social life now happens in two places:
1. The comment section.
2. My browser history.
The comments
Let's start with the comments. Have you ever scrolled past a post like: "A New Cookie is in town, try our all-new Retro Monster Cookie." And someone in the comments is already mad:
- Cookie's overpriced now.
- That place had bedbugs in their cookies in 2010.
- Cookies prolong the patriarchy!
Does it even matter anymore? I just sip my appleberry kombucha and think, "These are my people."
What Working + Internet Looks Like in 2025
If you walked into my office and pulled up my tabs, you'd see:
- One spreadsheet that looks like I'm doing something.
- Four blue ink pen videos paused mid-sentence because apparently I have strong pen opinions now.
- Six articles titled "How to Work Out for Men Over 35 for Guys Who Don't Have Time To Work Out."
- And Amazon open to a $11 silicone remote cover I've been debating for three days. (Pull the damn trigger.)
Family Life vs Me Time
Sometimes my wife will ask, "Did you get a lot done today?" And the honest answer is: Yes!
- I figured out which deodorant scent I'm committing to this fall.
- I read seven product reviews on which leaf blower makes you look the least like a middle-aged man named Gene.
- I also checked my fantasy football league ten times for the season that starts in two months.
All while being a loving husband and dad. That's balance.
Thanks for reading my mind, Mind Readers. I'll leave you with this, because it might be another 13 years: If you ever feel overwhelmed, just remember, someone is still angry about cookie prices in the comments.
JHarp Out.
