Selling Charlie’s Sunset
A reflection on the hardest business deal I ever did.
Life can sometimes come at you so fast and feel like such a crushing weight that you’re forced to let go of every superficial concern that you once had. Since you would not voluntarily let them go, life simply forces you to. You must confront your limitations, mortality, hopes, fear, and desires. Then, after a 16-hour day of trying to keep your head above water, of survival, you turn on the television and see Jason Oppenheimer on Selling Sunset faking a self-important phone call, or run across twitter feud regarding the results of a poll about Barbenheimer, or witness what seems like everybody else on the planet (that place known as the Internet) posting their fitness W’s. All the while you are just happy that you made it to the end of the day. And then something more terrifying happens: rather than the television or youtube videos or social media scrolling serving as a tranquilizer for the soul, as you had hoped or expected it would — a medication that might help you fall asleep, or at least take you away from your anxiety for a moment — these things feel like a heap of burning coals on the head and the heart, and you realize that they are not your friend.
It is the point when you know that the decadent entertainment and the real suffering you endure cannot co-exist. You finally…
