I'm back to my awesome journal, kicking ass. Not much to say, just checking in.
Earlier today, when I woke up at 2PM, I had real trouble getting out of bed because my mind was working magnificently. I was able to connect all kinds of abstract ideas and bring them into awareness in visual form, almost. I was having inner monologues and all kinds of insights. For a moment, I could almost conceive of how the great architects built the ornate Gothic temples and churches because my mind was moving towards those types of geometric patterns and organization within my imagination. That was from 4 days on UD. Then I did the Wim Hof Breathing exercises for the first time ever and got out of bed.
Still awkward in public with females, avoiding them. I did yell to some teenage girl that she had a fat ass because she was walking slowly in front of my truck then I drove off. Too bad she was obese and I didn't mean it in a good way. Har har har!
There's a great book called You're Not Fat, You're Toxic written by an Australian woman I approve of and is a worthy compilation of research.
Maybe I just need to come to terms that I live in an area full of sexually repressed toxic obese people? Nah.
Earlier today, when I woke up at 2PM, I had real trouble getting out of bed because my mind was working magnificently. I was able to connect all kinds of abstract ideas and bring them into awareness in visual form, almost. I was having inner monologues and all kinds of insights. For a moment, I could almost conceive of how the great architects built the ornate Gothic temples and churches because my mind was moving towards those types of geometric patterns and organization within my imagination. That was from 4 days on UD. Then I did the Wim Hof Breathing exercises for the first time ever and got out of bed.
Still awkward in public with females, avoiding them. I did yell to some teenage girl that she had a fat ass because she was walking slowly in front of my truck then I drove off. Too bad she was obese and I didn't mean it in a good way. Har har har!
There's a great book called You're Not Fat, You're Toxic written by an Australian woman I approve of and is a worthy compilation of research.
Maybe I just need to come to terms that I live in an area full of sexually repressed toxic obese people? Nah.
