Roady @Roady_Dragonfae@awoo.space

Played Deus Ex: Mankind Divided for the first time. And got my order of spirulina, raw cacao, and two books on Chinook Jargon and medicinal plants of the northwest.

On the bright side of this whole incident, being stuck in bed with a busted toe allows me to just rest and be alone with my thoughts. I was too distracted to just sit down with myself and focus on inner dialog. And now that I do... I'm actually crying.

This was an accident that happened on the job. So everything is compensated and I can just relax. While my body is physically healing, I can use this time to continue working on myself at a spiritual level.

Needless to say, I'm investing in steel toes.

Wellp... 3/4" plywood fell on my big toe. Filed incident report and worker compensation, and now I'm on my way to the hospital to get an x-ray...

As sociable as I tend to appear, there are a few thibgs I still struggle with. Picking up on social cues isn't built in, and as a result I've had trouble picking up on certain red flags that have left me worse for wear. This is why I'm placing emphasis on my ability to see on a different plane. When born with an incomplete social toolbox, keeping the third eye open is essential. Because auras are a visual representation to social nuances we have trouble detecting.

Does anyone know of some good anarchist instances in our fediverse that a friend of mine could join?

So in a whole slew of things I splurged on, a book about Celtic shamanism and a bag of 3000 morning glory seeds arrived in the same package. I find that hilariously coincidental.

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Over the last two years, I learned the hard way about being too revealing about my goals and my deepest ambitions. Lest they be torn down by negative forces or exploited by a gutless opportunist.

Pursuing less drama in my life means being more mindful of what ambitions I share, and who I share it with. After all, a good magician never reveals his secrets.

Getting a HUGE buzz off of Juno Reactor right now. Woohoo!

Since I started taking iodine and working on lowering the amount of fluoride in my system, I'm starting to feel much clearer. In conjunction with pot and lobelia, my head is nowhere near as foggy as it used to be, and my obsessive compulsive thoughts are diminishing rapidly.

Day seven without a cigarette. I can't believe I made it this far. I snapped at a coworker, cried on some occasions, sick and fucking tired of waiting for my promotion, and my saving grace has been coffee and chocolate. Still struggling with this emotional rollercoaster. But, I'm hanging on tight.

As I continue to struggle with nicotine withdrawal, a part of me just wants to disappear to the mountains. Get as far away from people as I can and deal with these negative emotions in solitude. Maybe with a bag of mushrooms or other obtainable psychedelics.

Day two with no cigarettes at all, and I'm reminded that quitting smoking is the closest a guy can come to experiencing PMS. Mood swings, hot flashes, water retention, walking an emotional tight rope. Sans menstrual bleeding.

You can't tame a wild animal. You can't domesticate a wild animal. You can't take possession of a wild animal. Back one into a corner, you'll only get bit. And that's no fault of the animal.

All my life, I've been approached by people. Folks who obsessed over me, desired to be my soul mate. And time again, rejecting them has made these people do strange things and act out in ways that I've found unsettling.

I know most certainly, that if I am to find a soul mate, I will be the one to approach. With all the respect I can muster. If I'm rejected, I'll accept it gracefully. For they are an individual who's boundaries are to be acknowledged.

To compare... Moustache vs No moustache. https://awoo.space/media/Ma3V54UJrrvhuysHXEQ https://awoo.space/media/keJFxokUjU9Y6XwYsWc