Pondering
A part of me feels like I was put on this planet as a trickster who pokes holes in humanity's innate inability to look at a situation from more than one angle.
Try as they may to have it all figured out, they really don't. They make assumptions and try so hard to fill in the blanks. But in the end, they wind up shooting themselves in the foot and place blame on the person standing next to them.
depression, trauma, coping.
@Oneironott That sounds a lot like what I've had to cope with over the last year. And how all of it was tied to past events that never really clicked until finding a new shift in perspective.
You've got this, Vlo. You're not alone here, and you definitely have my support.
@Oneironott I'm currently down and out with the flu. But I was hoping you, @KawaSeadrake and I could pile in for an adventure to the coast and temperate rainforests.
Bitterness/sick-in-bed-thoughts
I still find myself writhing in the occasional bitter feelings about humanity. I try. I really fucking try to be patient with it. But some days I just want to scream at the top of my lungs, throw my hands in the air, and flee to the wilderness for good.
Einstein was right. Human stupidity is more infinite than the universe itself. Escaping its gravitational pull is a strain that's leaving me sick with the same bug I caught a couple weeks ago...
@KawaSeadrake I'd have to agree! It retains heat incredibly well. Just what I needed for the perfect nest.
A Year Ago
A year ago, I stared pure evil in the face and lived to tell about it.
A year ago, I was drugged by someone I thought I could trust.
A year ago, I learned to be vigilant of psychopaths who infiltrate the left and pose a silent danger from within. Their inflated and authoritarian egos undermining our efforts. Preying on the innocent and well intentioned.
After what happened a year ago, I now dedicate my life to mercilessly ostracizing narcissists from our communities.
Dying Slowly by Pablo Neruda
You start dying slowly,
If you do not travel,
if you do not read,
If you do not listen to the sounds of life,
If you do not appreciate yourself.
You start dying slowly
When you kill your self-esteem;
When you do not let others help you.
You start dying slowly
If you become a slave of your habits,
Walking everyday on the same paths…
If you do not change your routine,
If you do not wear different colours
Or you do not speak to those you don’t know.
You start dying slowly
If you avoid to feel passion
And their turbulent emotions;
Those which make your eyes glisten
And your heart beat fast.
You start dying slowly
If you do not change your life when you are not satisfied with your job, or with your love,
If you do not risk what is safe for the uncertain,
If you do not go after a dream,
If you do not allow yourself,
At least once in your lifetime,
To run away from sensible advice.
Weather Update
While it's overcast and chilly, it seems like rain isn't much of an issue. Just a light, occasional drizzle.
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