So, it’s been a long, quiet summer.
Okay, not really quiet. I’ve had a lot going on. But like so many people, I’ve been so heartsick, that I’ve felt guilty about
sharing the things that I’ve been enjoying, the life I’ve been living, when so many people are under threat or literally dying.
Which honestly, kind of violates the essence of Strikhedonia.
A couple of months ago, the author Alexandra Rowland, ariaste on Tumbler, wrote a magnificent post that I now have hanging up in my office on the difference between grimdark and hopepunk. Grimdark is basically the idea that the world is shit and humans are cynical and selfish and there is no good to be found. Hopepunk looks at that same world and says fuck that, the world may be shit, but we don’t have to accept that. It is the belief that being kind is an act of resistance. And that does reflect Strikhedonia.
So I’m clinging to hopepunk. Even as I put my (very fruitful) garden to sleep, as we shift into a season of decay and rest, I will hope. I will plan for spring. I will resist. I will share joy.
I define Strikhedonia as the “art and joy of not giving a damn.” But that not giving a damn doesn’t mean not caring about anything. It’s about not caring when society tries to tear you down for the things that give you joy, that you are passionate about, that bring light and beauty into the world. So I urge you to care. Cry over injustice. Cheer for just desserts. Make something. Share something. Keep caring about the things you care about. Find new things, new
people, new places that make you happy. Don’t stop.
So this summer, my joys were my garden, my chickens, my new car, a trip to New Orleans for the first time, discovering
The Adventure Zone, starting to play D&D both with my kids and with actual grown-ups, and an adventurous camping trip with some of my kids.
Here, have some pictures of my joy. It was a good summer.