What’s the haps, fam?
Me? Work’s been a total fuck so I haven’t had time to indulge in any hobbies (like smoking crack and/or shitposting). Today I told my wife, I’m finally going to get around to brewing beer. So I’m doing that.
Might BBQ later, hit the gym., and dream about revolution and freeing the masses. Maybe a Home Depot run. We’ll see.
I’m doing an organizing for palestine thing. Its some kind of meeting? Discussion? Talk? about progress made and the way forward for the movement. I’m terribly nervous about it, as is the nature of doing new things and meeting new people.
Also, the super cool older woman who pointed me towards this event told the organizers to “keep an eye out for [me]!”. Although getting attention from a super cool older woman (#notaGILFhunter) gives me the warm fuzzies that little detail has not made the ainxiety any better.
I am embarassed to admit how nervous I’ve been over all this but I promised myself I’d become less of a weenie and actually start to organize IRL so yeah.
This was a good use of my evening but the experience of walking into a new place and like six people going “OH! [name] said you were coming! weve been looking forward to meeting you!” was really, really jarring. I also asked the speaker the dumbest question of the night and that was mortifying.