… Sometimes I swirl too long in the whirlpool of despair when the thing I thought everybody thought was as horrible for them as it was for me. After a few days/weeks/months, only then do I wonder, Did I even need to be in the damn whirlpool. The story of my every day.
Ugh! Why must I put so much weight on what people say? It’s exhausting and frustrating and then I feel like an idiot when it’s all over because I gave too much of my energy to this thing and everyone else likely went about their business with no worries.
I gotta be me I guess. But this part of me sucks humongous ass! Moving on.
NAME THAT TYRANT No. 04
By the way – I dreamed I almost died doing mountain climbers and my last thought was, What a stupid name. I’m certain people who climb mountains don’t do it like this; they’d get nowhere. When I can do twenty-five stupid mountain climbers non-stop, in quick succession by the end of Feb 2023, I’ll know I’ve made significant gains.
My dreams would be even crazier if I slept on Jefferson’s surrealistic pillow! Have you heard of magic sheets, or magical. They’re made out of copper and you don’t need to wash them often. Google it!