Today was the kids’ last day before the winter break. They are pretty excited not to have to “go” to school. Even though they didn’t go anywhere…….Now they get to switch screens to something fun! Well, fun to them, at least. I’ve about reached my limit for pretending I’m impressed at your Minecraft diamond sword……
……..husband……….
It’s rainy and cold out, so it’s not like we have anywhere else we need to be. I did make a trip to the market in town for some toilet paper; that was pretty exciting. Which way will the aisle arrows point today? How many people will pay attention and/or actually follow the arrows? Which side of the plastic plexiglass thing will the lady in front of us stand on, completely defeating the plexiglass thing’s purpose? I’m telling you, it was an edge-of-your-seat-thriller.
AND the power flickered during our cheesy Holiday movie! Or maybe that was the matrix rebooting, I don’t know.
So……..
(Insert relevant, humorous Segway here. No, not the kind that you stand on and travel the shopping mall with, the kind where you transition from one subject to another. Oh, screw it.)
Another popular view on the meaning of life is to be a true and authentic human being. I hear the word “authentic” used a lot these days as the latest fad. Sure, go ahead, “be yourself.” All the way up until you get fired for mooning your coworkers; then you’re being “unprofessional.” That wasn’t me, though. It was my brother. Obviously, we were well raised.
Being authentic seems to be a great goal to shoot for. There would certainly be less anger in the world. Maybe we should be authentic responsibly? If we are supposed to drink responsibly and bake responsibly because we have to acknowledge that there is irresponsibility to crossing certain lines, maybe we can agree on some boundaries with our authenticity too? Or do boundaries and real-ness cancel each other out?
It wouldn’t be so scary to be true and authentic if you were guaranteed a soft and supportive emotional landing. I can yell, cry, scream, and fall apart with my mom or my husband or my red wine, and they don’t judge me. Especially not the wine. But I wouldn’t want to tell random strangers that I often envision myself as like a real-life carebear, shooting love energy from my giant heart out to theirs in an effort to manifest world peace and reinforcing that it will set us all free. That would be embarrassing.
Oh Shit……..I guess I just did.
Tonight I am enjoying the zingy green-apple flavor of this chewable with THC-8, which is somehow different from THC-9. But I haven’t really looked into that. I can say that the buzz I have in these suds tonight is less anxious and more contemplative than usual. And it’s not battery-powered, if you know what I mean.
Do you? Know what I mean?
What do you think?
What’s your favorite color?
Where do you see yourself in five years?
You never answer me when I ask you questions, reader. Sometimes I feel like I’m the only one putting effort into this relationship…..
I need some space from you. For like, a week. Until I get high and take a bath again. It’s not you, it’s me. But, mostly it’s you.
Hamba kahle!
P.S. This high took a nice turn when the edible fully kicked in. Things got weird. I watched an old episode of the Care Bears on YouTube and wept with joy. Five out of five stars, will definitely try this one again!
www.hbitbt.com
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