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I Could Have Started a Cult
I could have started a cult.
Not the scary kind. No robes. No bunk beds. No desert property with a suspicious zoning history.
A nice cult. A modern cult. A cult with a newsletter and a merch drop.
I wouldn’t have done crimes.
I wouldn’t have isolated people from their families.
I wouldn’t have made anyone drink anything they didn’t want to drink.
But I would have been rich.
And honestly, if you’re uncomfortable with that sentence, you’re going to hate the rest of this essay.
Sports Built My Personality (and I Finally Built a Quiz to Explain It)
If astrology has ever failed you, numerology confused you, or the Enneagram offended you, let sports take a crack at your identity.
Tell me if it nailed you.
Tell me if it hurt your feelings.
Tell me if I owe you an apology on behalf of the 1980 Phillies.
I can’t promise accuracy.
But I can promise personality.
And honestly?
That’s what sports gave me in the first place.
We Know It’s a Slur
Everybody knows before they say a slur.
They feel the tiny pause.
The internal “Should I?”
The micro-second of awareness where the weight of the word goes click.
Then they decide whether to respect it… or swing it anyway.
That’s not confusion.
That’s a choice.
How GPT and I Tried to Fix College Football
And before I knew it, GPT and I were redrawing the entire structure of college football, two people with zero authority and absolutely no chill.
Borders: The World’s Longest-Running Inside Joke
“Everyone born in this giant shape?
US.
Everyone born in that giant shape?
THEM.
And we will now organize all of society around this.”
The Stoic Guide to Counting Your Bodily Functions Before You Die
The ancient Stoics wrote books on courage, discipline, and impermanence.
What they did not do — tragically — was ask:
“Over the course of my mortal journey, will I blink more times than I breathe, or fart more times than I cry?”
Honestly, if Seneca had written that chapter, I would’ve paid a lot more attention in philosophy class.
From Mom’s Turkey to Macaroni: A Thanksgiving Story
Maybe it’s the food, maybe it’s the rituals, maybe it’s just the way families—blood or chosen—manage to form a circle around each other one day a year. Or maybe it’s that feeling of sitting at a table, realizing that no matter how traditions evolve, some things stay steady: the laughter, the warmth, and the stories that get retold whether you want them retold or not.
