I want to write. Instead I open Netflix. I want to read. I open Netflix. Blog. Netflix. Why does thinking critically seem like a chore. Even now I’m fighting the urge to impulsively browse the internet. I have time to click on Facebook articles with sensational titles like “Who’s are found living in snowflakes” or “US government says Trumps hair a matter of national security, ” but no time to read anything of substance. Lately I’ve been seeing complicated issues being crammed into two sentences with some random picture as a backdrop, as if that’s all that needs to be said about the topic. There’s usually much more to consider about an issue than one seemingly obvious point. I scroll through the internet and see these things. As a result my brain becomes mushy and docile and my vocabulary doesn’t expand. The first adjectives my mind reaches for are very, good, bad, awesome. That’s not what I want. I want to write books and poems and maybe a haiku or two. I want to think critically about important issues and do research and have discussions. I’m sitting at Panera Bread. The snow is coming down outside, sideways and horizontally. I’m eating creamy tomato basil soup from a bread bowl. I’m listening to Sufjan Stevens. I have to go to work in two and a half hours which is a stressful thought so all I want to think about is the snow and the soup and how warm it makes my insides feel. Have a cozy day everyone.