In the morning I woke up and looked at tweets on my phone while lying in bed. One tweet I looked at was by Tao Lin, who was in Australia for the Brisbane, Sydney and Melbourne Writer’s Festivals. Tao Lin’s tweet said, does anyone in Brisbane have marijuana email@example.com. I copied the email address firstname.lastname@example.org and wrote Tao Lin an email.
On Sunday I got high and went to the local swimming pool. The pool is small and heritage listed, surrounded by wooden bathing huts. There is no diving allowed and the deep end isn’t very deep. The only other people using the pool were adults taking part in a learn-to-swim class. Continue reading
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Anxiety and I have been together for as long as I can remember. During primary school, there were periods of weeks where I would be too panic-ridden to engage with any of the other kids during lunch breaks. I would read, draw, or sit with a group of kids I knew wouldn’t talk to me because they weren’t sure if my name was Michael or Daniel. The first time I saw a psychologist about the anxiety was in 2011, when I was suffering from depression as well and couldn’t handle my life as an art school stoner. I still fight with anxiety on a pretty regular basis. The only difference is now I have some strategies – some explained by a therapist, and others self-developed. Below are six autobiographical scenarios, and my dos and don’ts.
A lesson learnt about romanticising the loser/stoner:
I have this distinct memory of being 15 years old and watching Mallrats for the first time. I soon became obsessed. I’d watch the Jay and Silent Bob films almost daily. It wasn’t the college humour or over-used stereotypical stoner jokes that pulled at the strings of my young heart; it was the talkative Jay’s sweet golden tresses. Something about his permanently reddened half-baked eyes, raspy voice, adorably rosy lips and the blonde hair poking out under his black beanie was extremely appealing to me. I became infatuated. I would plaster pictures of a Led Zeppelin-era Robert Plant around my room, watch Dazed and Confused and Lords of Dog Town almost religiously, and try to get my little suburban teen hands on the green substance (which, often times, did not lead to very positive experiences).
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