Musings of an Autistic, Alcoholic Atheist

With all the foresight in the world at my disposal sometimes, I'm left with none at other times.

One of these days I'll have the right shoes 🙃

The more I think about it, the more seasonal affective disorder looks like an adjunct effect of poverty as a result of late-stage capitalism. I mean, if people had the means to have cozy homes in such tumultuous weather, I feel like the weather would be less of a concern. If people had access to reliable transportation, the weather would be less of a concern. And if people weren't locked into such seasonal-dependent locations such as Wisconsin, bless the dairy state, I do believe the same. I do believe that seasonal affective disorder itself may be a direct result of late-stage capitalism. Just some thoughts. Thanks for indulging me ☺️

Musings of an Autistic, Alcoholic Atheist

Pro-tip: find yourself an ACCOUNTABILIBUDDY.

They're great ☺️

Some days you're the bug
Some days you're the windshield

It's about the ride tho ❤️‍🩹❤️

What feels like a lifetime ago
I made friends with a frog
I barely remember this
There is quite a bit that frightens me
In this photo if I'm honest
But so it goes💕

Ever Grateful for my
as I move forward from who I was
To who I am and will be
Musings of an Autistic, Alcoholic Atheist Jaz Ma Taz

Some art, thank you for sharing such lovely pieces with me
Credit to Lora Zombie studio for the rad postcard? I hope I will be corrected if wrong here.

They say every seven years or so you're a new person.
I'm excited, yet apprehensive about this new chapter in my life. ❤️

This winter has been brutal for me emotionally and mentally.
Check in with your friends with seasonal affective disorder.
We might be barely hanging in there. 🙃