A Political Indictment
Every election season I think about running for local office to make a difference, and every time I remember I would absolutely suck at it.
Every election season I think about running for local office to make a difference, and every time I remember I would absolutely suck at it.
A few years ago, when the world shut down and we all spent time getting more introspective than was strictly healthy, I started saving relatable anecdotes I found online to a Pinterest board. It wasn’t long before I noticed the algorithm had picked up a theme. But surely, I argued to myself, it was just a coincidence that I found those tales of ADHD so relatable.
Adultery isn’t the only word beginning with ‘A’ that no one wants to talk about.
I can’t be the only person who wishes there was a manual of extremely detailed instructions on how to navigate every single social interaction with ease no matter the cultural, religious, or gender divides.
Coming up with slice-of-life webcomic content when you live a dull, introverted existence in the middle of a pandemic is tough sometimes.
I would possibly be the world’s worst politician. Well, okay, I’d have some stiff competition.
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