đ 05-26
Tired of your bullshit. I don’t listen to random people.
Then listen to psychotic people.
Seriously. Headphones everywhere.
Groundhog Day is not my reality. It’s a fun movie though.
I had a tough time with eye contact before working and living in Palm Beach & Broward Counties (2007-2009). Now it’s worse. It’s nothing personal. Much like my avoidance of talking to people in public. Thirty years of protein folding (my brain) has solidified my persona. I am who I’ll always be. There’s no changing the mind of someone like that. One can’t change the inner rings of a tree without killing the tree. You know?
đ Treebeard is fucking cool.
Even if I had a nice smile I’d be the same awkward dude. The best I can hope for is to shake off the nagging non-family ‘voices’, and continue living my life. Not being able to ‘recharge my batteries’ when I’m out of the ‘public eye’ is something that is holding me back. I’ll work on that.
Damn wood peckers. I’m too old for this shit.
There will always be damned people messing with my social media. It’s fine. Damned people do damned things. That’ll never change.
đ đģ
Been off cannabis for a few weeks now. My asthmatic lungs and coughing wallet are thanking me. Might have to do without. Moderate doses of Magnesium/Selenium helps. More horizontal time helps too (âž + đ).
GI Joe time. Wealth redistribution is not my thing đ¤ˇ