silent nights

roundup of the week + thoughts for the next!

gems of the week

a list of things ive discovered and wanted to share

armaan’s thoughts

  • all trader joes employees are weed smoking, dramatic, incestuous, 22-year-olds who couldn’t get a job

  • i have a slight tinge of worry/anxiety about my job life granted the fact i wanna go into the media startup/independent media ecosystem and that just seems a bit less secure IMO than traditional path, but oh well

  • i really enjoy making other people laugh! comedy is fun.

1 reflection

silent nights(and mornings and afternoons and evenings and even twilights!)

first of all - happy holiday season! time to buy gifts for people that you act like you care about and those “gifts” are really just shit that’ll end up in a trashcan or the bottom of a sock drawer until a year goes by and suddenly someone’s discovered a long lost Funko Pop they can place on their desk.

america wooohooo!

im back in California after being in Connecticut for 1.5 weeks.

my morning routine in CT was to wake up, drink coffee, write for 20 minutes or so, read for 20 minutes or so, and talk a walk.

i would walk under naked trees, red and orange leaves strewn about. pass by squirrels nibbling at hard acorns, frosted by the frigid 30 degree mornings. i’d scare away chipmunks and birds that were squawking nearby as my chunky doc marten obliterated any stick in my path.

these walks were very quiet. very very quiet. the occasional car would pass, but nothing much.

contrast that with West Hollywood, California.

immediately the stench of human shit and trash invades my nostrils. the morning dew in LA is smog that’s settled into car windows, blackening paint and dirtying flashy aluminum parts. the endless honking of cars, rush of traffic, caffeine-crazed 30 year olds on their way to write emails on the behalf of rich 18 year old influencers who know how to talk like buffoons on tiktok, and now land 20k influencer partnerships.

in the world of dreams and palm trees, the mornings are anything but peaceful, quiet, and slow.

and by default -it affects me GREATLY. like a lot a lot A LOT.

here in california, im so much more…anxious.

that’s not the right word.

maybe more like “on edge”. im a bit more irritable. a bit more “if something small happens i can easily get pissed off and will likely snap”.

i think it’s something to do with the degree of noise and stimulus here. back home in CT, I see the stars at night. the nights are calm and quiet, and I don’t have to sleep with earplugs.

here in cali? Without those earplugs, im dead.

so that’s a little bit to nibble on.

i really like the silent nights. i miss those. and im really excited to be back home soon and immerse myself in the silence.

yeah.

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