I have an utter hatred towards an enemy. Don’t get me wrong, being kind is the number one rule in my playbook of life, but times have changed. As a writer, I despise this thing that I now refer to as an enemy. It’s a small, minuscule piece of garbage that serves a great purpose, but is also a total piece of shit. That enemy is my damn phone! This little hand held device that allows one to access the world through a touch of a button, has become the worst thing imaginable. I should be writing. I should be putting countless words down on a page, but instead I am scrolling through meaningless social media of people who have to put their lives on public display for strangers to judge them. And I am one of those strangers! Why is it so easy to get wrapped up in things that have to value to my life? Ugh! That is my rant for today.