Superduper Serial -

"How are you?" Fine. "How is the project going?" Fine. "How is your heart?" Fine.

And just be superduper serial about it.

As adults, we lost that phrase. We traded it for nuance, for professionalism, for the safety of plausible deniability. We learned to append question marks to our statements. We learned to say, “I feel like…” or “Maybe I’m wrong, but…” We learned the art of the soft launch, the strategic shrug, the ironic detachment that keeps us safe from looking foolish. superduper serial

There is a tombstone in the cemetery of the soul. On it is etched the word: .

I’m not joking. I’m not being meta. There is no punchline. "How are you

We live in an age of irony poisoning. The cultural water is so saturated with meta-humor, cynicism, and the fear of being cringe that sincerity has become the most radical act left. To say "I love you" without a laughing emoji. To admit you want to change the world without a self-deprecating hashtag. To pursue a craft, a faith, or a dream with zero irony.

Pick one thing today where you refuse to be ironic. Pick one conversation where you refuse to say "I feel like" or "sort of." Pick one dream you’ve been hiding behind a layer of "it’s probably stupid, but…" And just be superduper serial about it

Being serial is standing in the firing line of reality and refusing to flinch.