Being enthralled by some sort of mystique about pedicabbing, being in my own head instead of engaged with those around me, instead of being of service for kindness and justice in my community. This occurred from 2013 to the end of 2019, whereby I was theoretical about activism but not engaged in it. I was keen on escaping Columbus and now I think that deepening my roots here is key to effective activism. There was grief, obesession, neurosis and loneliness and guilt amid the unintentional withdrawal from community involvement. I obsessed over love and kindness as a gimmick while alienating many of my activist peers
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