srihari radhakrishna
Yet another Monday, and life might be getting too organized.
There’s no originality in structure - everything and everyone then become a parody of itself or themselves. The other night, I caught myself making the same joke I had made before. It was not an impulse but something I knew was going to work.
I see friends laugh like they used to before, but it does not feel like the same person beneath. They are just used to going through the motions of their laughter. It carries them more than they carry it.
I need to reconnect with my authenticity. Being authentic also means being a bit degenerate sometimes. As I get older, being degenerate carries higher costs. I know certain things are working for me, but I should be careful not to get too comfortable in that local minimum.