I wish we called this the Semi-Weekly Clot.
One month into The Daily Clot—any semblance of humanity that you’re picking up from me is a mistake on your part.
I’ve reached the point where I’m nothing more than a machine of flesh, typing the first words that come to mind.
On that note, the nightmares have gotten worse.
Virtually any time I fall asleep, I dream of either losing close members of my family or undergoing torture at the hands of Russian militiamen.
Last night, I had a “dream” where I was tortured for 6 hours. They never killed me in my nightmare, so it never made me actually wake up. I just kept getting tortured.
They cut my ears off.
What ended up waking me up?
My alarm.
Had I no reason to set an alarm to wake up early, I have no clue how long this nightmare could’ve gone on for. Perhaps these Russian militiamen would’ve chosen to put my mangled-self out of my misery at some point, considering I was lacking both my ears, 2 of my fingers, and my kidney, all of which was resting peacefully on the table next to me.
I have no idea what this dream might be saying about my conscious daily life. I’m guessing it has something to do with pain I’m experiencing, but I’d venture to say I have more anger than pain.
When people call me at times that they don’t need to call me, I get mad.
When people try to cut me in line, I get mad.
When people lie, I get mad.
When people casually comment on the weather in the elevator, I get mad.
…that’s funny. As I’m writing this, I’m realizing that I’m only getting angry at the behavior of other people.
If everybody chose to obey the unwritten social rules that we’ve agreed upon as a community, perhaps I wouldn’t dream of getting tortured by Russian militiamen.
Don’t be a jerk.
Until next time,
Michael J. Erickson, CEO & Co-Founder
