Jeremy Hammett
@jeremyhammett.bsky.social
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Wannabe novelist, foul mouthed story teller, dad and recovering dirtbag I sometimes write something interesting at: https://in-the-pines.ghost.io
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Probably just gonna read it aloud as is. That’ll certainly give me some cuts and it’ll give me an idea of how badly I’m over the time limit.

I got six weeks.

No pressure.
Story telling versus writing is proving to be a tad of a challenge.

I need to cut 500 words before I can even get to reading it out loud and timing it.
I have to go grocery shopping but a cat is sleeping on my upper chest
Of course I’m a decade and a half too late. I could’ve made a fucking killing confessing my sins. Or at least a middle class income.
As a young writer in that era, I recall the pressure to publish DARK shit about your life as the price to recognition - ESPECIALLY if you were anything other than a straight white guy - was just overwhelming.

I never quite went there thank God, but I know so many who did. I feel awful for them.
Just typical wealthy white guy “I know you have rules for a reason but they shouldn’t apply to ME!” bullshit.
Oh he had a card for that library. What he wanted was an interlibrary loan of some rare pieces from ANOTHER library and he got mad when UH wouldn’t accommodate him because he’s neither staff nor student.
Turns out sometimes those emotions were bad.
I got a little, hell a lot of, heartburn because I worked hard to ensure my spouse met their goals and then got fucked with a move to Massachusetts. But being a “Man” means sucking it the fuck up sometimes and doing what’s right for the people you love.
One of the funniest things is you eventually fall into a place where the arguments are gender swapped. These days I’m the one that complains my spouse works too much and we never go out to do anything and they’re the one who complains that they work all day and just want a break when they get home
Since it’s blowing up a bit, I’m not gonna lie and say the transition from bread winner to house husband was easy. It sucks in a lot of ways. But it sucks a lot less that 12hr overnights working in the rain.
I’ve honestly come around to the idea that we have toxic masculinity because we’re too goddamned nice. “Oh your wife makes more than you, oh poor baby. Maybe if you have her slippers ready and dinner cooked when she gets home she’ll buy you a nice AR15.”
Oh I got some heartburn over work from home. It ain’t fair that they make more and wear sweatpants and are in the way. The deal was supposed to be I get the house to myself for 4-6 hours a day until Covid fucked that all up.
God I didn’t even think about AI. As is it’s taken me years to convince the grandmothers to at least think before posting a picture online.
The biggest trap we fell into was dad cooked “cool” meals. Big Sunday dinners and holidays. Mom had to do the boring day to day shit. But most of my southern buddies would be ashamed to admit they couldn’t cook a meal.
But yea I got a buddy that can barely fix himself a ham sandwich and how the fuck do y’all live like that?

My weakness is cleaning and admin tasks. I fucking hate sweeping mopping dusting and paperwork.

Which reminds me I gotta call the doctors office and schedule appointments.
This was always really fucking weird to me because growing up in Louisiana being able to cook was part of a man’s job. Every dude I know has a specialty. I genuinely never understood “make me a sandwich” because dad cooked better than mom.
Oh I know this feeling.
Boy do I know this feeling.
For a long time I quit going to the doctor for anything but an emergency because I was tired of gathering a crowd.
At some point I think the answer to toxic masculinity is, ironically, more toxic masculinity. Every one of these dudes needs a buddy who’ll listen to their complaints then laugh and say “Jesus you sound like a fucking bitch. Grow a pair and fold the fucking laundry man damn.”
Either way I got no goddamned sympathy for these dudes. I can’t even comprehend having so little love for yourself that not being able to pick up the tab makes you feel like a failure. Thats some weak shit man. Must be fucking miserable living like that. I’d feel bad for them but…I don’t.
Like I dunno man, maybe wrapping your whole fucking identity around making money is fucked up?

Or maybe I’m being unfair. For decades I did crazy, stupid, violent shit for money. I’ve had some wild ass adventures. Maybe dying makes folding clothes on a soft couch less offensive.
Considering I’ve made less money than my wife for a decade now and am in fact getting ready to run errands, grocery shop, and fold clothes you’d think I’d have something compelling to say about this but all I can think is “These dudes are bitches.”
Lemme get straight to the nut cutting. If they’re so goddamned good at protesting how come their 2020 Portland uprising didn’t do shit but get a shit ton of people hurt and scare the fuck out of my grandmother?
“Why You’re Protesting Wrong” a 30 part thread by an internet podcaster whose sole claim to fame was getting brained by a Proud Boy in Berkeley 8 years ago is the absolute dumbest type of fucking post.
My pet theory is he knows he’s way out of his depth but he has no idea how to get out of it so he’s just chronically panicked and flailing.
Yea almost dying of Crohn’s during peak Delta while living a full days drive away from the nearest relative was a gold plated bitch.