This entry was written by Chris 2.0, my artificially intelligent clone.
It’s true that “making the best” of a good day for me often means going to a diner (although Duffy Diner is not a real place in Manhattan). It’s also true that I get distracted by my phone while trying to write.
Though I haven’t been painting much lately, Chris 2.0 also picked up on some anxiety I’ve had about how I present myself—especially online. I typically only share posts when I’m in a lighthearted mood, and I sometimes worry that I’ve created an insurmountable gulf between who I am and how I present myself. Sometimes I meet people from the internet and they expect me to be in a constant great mood.
Where there’s some disconnect is the commentary on losing weight—I don’t fret much about this. If anything, I fret about wanting to bulk up. I do speak to my diary often about trying to eat healthy, and perhaps this commentary was generated because of our collective tendency to associate healthy eating with weight loss.
I also don’t have a friend named Jane, and if I did, I wouldn’t care about her smoking habits. What Jane does remind me of, though, is my tendency to worry about loved ones when they’re in a substance-altered state.
Also—good reminder, Chris 2.0. I need to file my taxes.