jot down random fleeting thoughts and ideas

Will bring this back if necessary

43T. It appears I am looking for validation from somewhere—That I do exist. That the unique me, can be known. Would like to venture out with some real people. That thought is exhausting.

I stopped being “nice” a few years ago. I used to be so incredibly “nice”. Thinking about it makes me want to barf. I don’t respect “nice” I don’t think it counts in the grand scheme of things if it is not authentic. I realized that I hated receiving this kind of pap. I am happier now that I am not so “nice”. I am very selective with that kind of energy—it is more meanigful for me now.

Gee.. I hope someone wished Lady o Manx a Happy St. Paddies Say. LOM, Hope you are having a happy day.

What should I do with my time on earth? What am I here for? I am waking up and experiencing what people feel when they find they have a terminal illness. I have wasted much time on pointless unimportant things.

Spamming this goal makes a nice pattern on the page

Every moment is precious…and its not coming back

My Daughter—looking at her toes: “Its so sad that my pedicure lasted longer than my relationship”.

Pedicure = 5 Weeks
Relationship = 4.5 weeks

How does attraction work? Can you use up the transmitters tho the receivers are still serviceable?

What is valuable worK? Can one reframe corporate drone-dom to understand one’s own contribution to a bigger picture?