About Me

Hi there,

My name is Robert Potter, and do you have a minute to talk about the world’s impending collapse? I’m only partially kidding. I saw a meme recently that had that video of Pedro Pascal calmly eating a tiny sandwich with the text that reads, something to the effect of “Me, as a millennial, deciding whether to make my car payment, while also witnessing the 1117th historical event to happen in my lifetime.” Whether this era is a particularly noteworthy one to be experienced firsthand, I can’t say. I can say, though, that it certainly feels that way.

Like seriously, do you ever feel like the world’s going to come crashing down on your head at any second? I do all the time, and it’s not so much because of personal issues like the fact that I’m drowning in debt or the person I thought to be the love of my life left me. I constantly experience choice paralysis because I’ve convinced myself that I’ve wasted the first thirty years of my life and am petrified of wasting the next three decades too. Every Saturday night, the same thing happens. I wish a switch existed to turn the brain off, and then I realize I live in one of the shittiest states in the Union that, among its many other issues, hasn’t legalized weed recreationally. So what’s a sad man left to do?

Well, I’ve always imagined myself as a writer, and have been telling myself and almost no one else that I am one since I graduated from an absurdly expensive art school (debt!). To no one’s surprise, manifesting doesn’t directly translate into book deals, fame, and validation. You actually have to write. Shocker! I know, but I think it’s finally time I try to write. I’ve run out of other options. This is the only one left.

And that’s where you come in. You have the grave task of reading what I write. Don’t worry! This post will hopefully be as meta as this all gets. I hate writing about writing. The people who do that well are few and far between. Instead, most of what you’ll find here will be about politics, other stories, and some game design stuff (mostly DND). If you like it, you can let me know by leaving a comment or something. Also, you can email me at thefriendlyabyss@protonmail.com.

I know I’ve gotten a bit personal with all of this, but I’m too broke to afford therapy. All I can afford is five dollars a month for this basic-ass website. So my posts may get a little honest and a little raw from time to time. If you don’t like it, don’t read it. Simple as that. Anyway, if you’ve come this far, thank you for reading, and stay tuned.