I want more joy in my life, the kind of joy beyond rational thinking or education. I think it’s called silliness. My good friend Blake texted me some silliness yesterday.

Shiggi Babba defies anything cool or worldly appealing. It’s so dumb it’s glorious. I can’t listen to this without feeling pure joy, and who wouldn’t want more of it? I intend to let go of my need to understand everything. I want more delights, more wonder. Less controlled, less aloof. I don’t want to get in my way of receiving it. Of giving it. 

Fuck being a cynic.