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There's nothing better than fucking around. Everyone aspires to fuck around as much as they can and then find out as much as they can. When Ursula K LeGuin said that the word fuck did not exist in her ambiguous utopia I decided I did not want to live there.1 I think the best way to fuck around and find out is to make a bunch of bad plans. I did not come up with this idea, I stole it from people I wish I'd talked to when I was like 8 years old but rolling with the punches is part of fucking around. Even though my eyesight is dogshit I'm still the type of person that needs horse blinders on to get anything done. Bad plans are the proverbeal horse blinders, giving me a goal to work towards and a path to follow without spending too much time wondering if I got everything right. "Move fast and break things" is a really bad philosophy to have for building critical infrastructure and shit people will need to use everyday and pay you for the privlidge of showing up in their suicide note but it's a really good philosophy for fucking around. Below are a collection of bad plans that will hopefully get me close to where I want to go, or will at least help me find out about some shit.
Overall I'm pretty well off socially. I live with people I really like and plan to keep living with for the foreseeable future, I have a pretty wide net of close friends as well as a decent chunk of people I'm down to hang with if we're in the Same Place at the Same Time. That said, when meeting strangers I have a difficult time bringing my A Game to those situations and end up saying some shit like "Crazy weather we've been having huh?". I think this is because I feel like I'm in an unsafe situation, not in the physical sense, but I just don't know how this person is going to react to me. One solution is to just fucking send it more often which has borne some very good fruit but that's more of a mindset than a plan. I think the best course of action is to bring these people into my domain. I'm not trapped outside of this club with you, you're trapped outside of this club with me.
People fucking love mac and cheese.2 People super love mac and cheese while drunk. People like to get drunk and dance. You can probably see where I'm going with this.
1This is a baldfaced lie I want to live on the moon so fucking bad. Additionally the version of the book I read contained a study guide in the back mentioning that LeGuin added things to make her utopia more believable and to draw fire away from all of the really cool utopian stuff going on. I like to imagine that if and when space anarchism comes about we'll decide to reclaim fuck