Post Office, by Charles Bukowski, has a vibrancy that has faded somewhat from American consciousness. Some sections are vile, but not all. If it weren’t for the stories I’d heard from workers over the years, some of the vignettes in this fictionalized tale of what it was like for Bukowski to work in the postal system in the 70s might have been obscured to time. It is telling, then, how immediate it feels even today.
Late last year, I mused over what goals I wanted to achieve in 2019. Now that it’s approaching 2020, how did I do? My New Year’s Resolution was “removing more burdens from my life,” which, I achieved. I’ll use the same resolution, “removing more [external] burdens from my life,” since it efficiently summarizes what I want out of my life. After reviewing my favorite media, I’ll write about my goals and how I plan to achieve them.
Early on into my sobrieties, I would distract myself with any frivolous adventure, just to distract myself. I think that’s good. When you’re knee-deep into any addiction, whether you want to admit it or not, you become so enamored with your uppers that you can’t experience life anymore. It just feels wrong. It’s like going out into a thunderstorm without a rain jacket. Why bother? Well, sometimes, you’ve gotta brave those storms, catching any life-raft.