Why can’t I stop highlighting everything?
Well, I think I’ve had it. Flown the coup. Lost the peanut butter in my jelly sandwich. Misplaced the screw that keeps my bolts in place. Broke the light on my dimmer switch.
I surrender.
Okay, what now?
I’m throwing in the towel. Running back into the finish line and tagging back out.
Help me. I need help. You said, “All you have to do is ask.”
How are we going to finish this, people?
We’ve all lost it.
We’re nine miles past COVID fatigue.
Three days past I can’t take it anymore.
So, what’s the plan?
You’re coping mechanism or mine?
Okay, here’s what I’m doing. If I tell you, will you tell me? Maybe we can figure this out together.
I’ve started highlighting everything. I’m Da Vinci Coding it. I’m thinking there’s some cipher to decipher, some clue to woo. We can get out of here.
I started highlighting all of my Mediums.
Somebody knows something.
At first, I was a little highlighter shy, but I’ve broken the dam and sometimes, I even leave a comment. It’s pretty powerful.
