Like buses, or fascist uprisings, wait ages for a post and three come along at once.
There is so much to say. And, so little time to say it in.

I’ve not seen through the one job I had to do. Not fix the bed, or the shelf. I did those, despite last nights melodrama. I’ve also written a fair amount, which was on the list. Write. Tick.

Writing well and with a plan, a purpose, structure and aim. That’s the next step. I have some of the ingredients. Should I sell cake to bakery? Eat cake myself. Smash cake.

Stop eating cake. You’re 34 now, the metabolism is changing. To paraphrase Bob Dylan. Or Robert Slimmerman as he was then.

Enough with the cake analogy!

Send emails? Meet people? Stay at home feeling comfortable but ultimately unfufilled?

Go on a run, fat boy.
Sorry – That is body dysmorphia. Or Bobby Dysmorphia as he was known then.

I recently had some good discussions which I’m sure I’ve hashed out here about mental health and the medicalisation of coping and not coping etc. blah, blah, blah. Also about the nature of desire, sexuality and what like. Instead of doing those bits again, here’s a list of resources which you may, or may not, enjoy;

– https://podcastaddict.com/rival-radio/episode/126026751
– https://podcastaddict.com/why-theory/episode/200164375
– https://youtu.be/S2OjueAZGFo?si=PsEXK-DG68xkNqJd
– https://youtu.be/2S-WJN3L5eo?si=Nb-xnifMMrqg5af1
– https://youtu.be/in6TMrjc-mM

I’ve flogged this poor, dead horse all I can. I will go and write an email and not send it.
I’ve already done that. It’s why I’m here and I’ve also ran 10k today. I actually did 9k, why did I say that?

Oh well. I suppose I’ll go and do that cleaning and watch more reaction vids to facism. It’s really good for the psyche. Could also do my job?

Or send the email?

Nah. Have a nice day!
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