If you’re reading this, congratulations—you’ve stumbled upon my 3 A.M. thought spiral, unpacked approximately 12 hours later. By myself. Like a Big Boy. ‘Responsible’ adults pay for therapy. Or drugs. Or meaningless sex. If you’re an adult, enjoy two of those three things responsibly. This is not legal advice. I am absolutely not a lawyer. And yes, Clown School is still ghosting me.
Anyway—this is the blurb. The thing on the back of the book. Or, more likely, the Kindle listing.
I promise, the contents are more coherent than this. Inside, you’ll find the thoughts that kept me from sleeping—musings on introspection, choice, and connection, all wrapped in the search for meaning, with a fair bit of humour and uncertainty along the way. Because if there’s one universal truth, it’s that none of us asked to be here.
So, be kind. And if you’re up for it, join me in untangling life’s strange little threads.