Prompt Images
Before I invoke my prayer to the Powers That Be, I feel it is important to state a key fact:
Boredom is Anathema to Ariel Cross.
Boredom is the bane of my essence, a living hell, the greatest torture of my soul. I will go to fantastic lengths to avoid feeling the slow death of boredom seeping into the crevices of my mind. And here I sit, about to pray for it.
Why? What could drive me to this inverted desperation?
The answer: January 20th, 2021. The inauguration of President Joe Biden.
Ah, there it is, that recognition. You’ve hoped for it too. (If you haven’t, I’m honestly surprised you’ve found your way to reading my work. Stick around if you like. Maybe I can help you understand.)
Feel free to echo this little prayer for your own sanity if nothing else:
May January 20th, 2021 be the most uneventful date of the century.
Let absolutely nothing bad happen to anyone (except truly evil people).
May Inauguration Day be the least interesting day of the decade.
Let only unexciting things happen to Joe Biden, Kamala Harris, and every other politician.
May moving day at the White House be the most boring 24 hours of the year.
A-fuckmothering-men.
P.S. Don’t give up, even if something bad happens. It’s not like Joe is Anakin Skywalker or anything. Besides, we’ve got plenty of Lukes and Reys and Leias and Finns out there still. You stubbornly grab onto that hope and don’t let go, no matter how loudly despair screams in your ear.
RELATED
