Chapter Thirty-Three: What an Octopus Taught Me About the 2024 Election
Dear Diary,
I thought Kamala Harris was going to win. Given the choice between a convicted felon—an angry man with terrible makeup and divisive rhetoric—and a woman who exuded competence and leadership, the decision seemed obvious. I mean, literally everyone who had ever worked for him publicly declared they were voting for Kamala. Surely, I thought, she would win in a landslide.
But instead, I watched in disbelief as Donald Trump claimed a decisive victory. The results left me reeling. How could women vote against their own autonomy? How could people of color overlook his history of inflammatory rhetoric? How could working-class folks back policies like tariffs that seem so contrary to their own interests?
Chapter Thirty-Two: From e-Bikes to Bumper Cars
Dear Diary,
It's been exactly half a year since I bid farewell to my X3 and embraced the e-bike life. I mean, who needs a car when you live in a cozy two-square-mile bubble with everything imaginable within arm's reach?
Chapter Thirty-One: Board Games
Dear Diary,
I've come to a startling realization recently: I might be a neophiliac. Yes, it sounds like a weird disease or a sci-fi character, but it turns out it's just a fancy term for someone who's addicted to trying new things. I'm always on the hunt for my next fix of novelty - whether it's traveling to far-flung places to sample exotic foods, or pushing myself to the limit with spine-tingling activities like zip-lining or mountain biking. My parents call me crazy, but I call it living life on the edge. Who needs a boring old routine when you can live like a neophiliac instead?