I’m not sorry.
I do not regret today’s desision… But of course, I’d say that now, still under the influence of a euphoria I previous denied. I am euphoric and creative and excited. I have been writing all night.
My normal behaviour was to take some MDMA and try to find somebody to help me with my lifelong quest. The quest for my partner.
I try to go into business either with one of my top current tumbling ideas or a new high inspired dream business on E. Also on weed but tonight, on amphetamine not prescribed.
Because I have not shared, or even re-read much of this blog or this post, I can only conclude they are all flawless and genius.
Transit writing club
Improv script writing with friends with strangers.
You are given a setting or scene from a hat and 2 to 4 of you create an improv style no set script.
If it gets votes it becomes a part of the library.
Reading my blog
Commercial requests .public domain
I wrote a lot about with excitement all night.
I wrote ideas that can be done.
Success within reach.
I approached a number of people who may be interested in business.
A lifestyle change.
I have been finding ways to merge all my ideas into one community solution, simultaneously released as a community you can join and live in, simultaneously in two universes, making an income in each.
It gives all the benefits of a church without having to nod, wink and say you believe your God is the truth and the crazy shit that comes with religion. The bake sales without the arguments and politics. A true co-op community of people who like people and want stuff to do. Singles, widows, seniors, youth both troubles and not. The ill. The terminal. The mobile. The odd balls and mistfits. Everyone can be an equal member of the creative community in this universe, and the custom built one I run on my computer.
I got excited, as I have so many times before… but the timing wasn’t right. The partners came from my community circle of people either to busy to want a new project, or too dysfunctional to get it started.
I can create universes and businesses, but I can not run them.
Tonight, a casual remark from a distressed widower lost alone at 73 with a social life she wasn’t satisfied with and experiences with dating sites that isn’t satisfying. A genius idea.
Entertain the old folks and they’ll love you for it.
Create a company around a community of specific demographics. Perhaps a resort in Florida or Toronto and give the cool people things to do. To be useful. To be helpful. To teach and share. TEach a kid how to widdle a twig into a dog. Have that kid teach you how to play golf on your phone while you’re sitting on the toilet.
I created a universe where we simply give seniors and singles things to do. Choice. And a guide to make them do it if they ask.
This is a vague statement, and that is what makes it good. You have access to anything to share.
Merging ideas, however, the money may be in the hosts. Pay a person well to be your talking friendly tour guide or event coordinator and he or she will keep you smiling all night. you can pick favourites or try something new every night.
In this universe, if your home or hotel, or in the alternate universe online.
Hosts and guides handle your happiness every night of the week with various levels of interaction and commitment.
Sub groups form. Friendship circles.
HElping hands. Plumbers, electricians, everyone sharing what they do if it helps, entertains or gives you something to do.
You can hire a personal guide that makes sure you actually get up, get dressed and do something.
Merge with my company to finance people just being good friends, like the Big Brothers and Sisters of America, but for the grandparents.
Everything possible could be funnelled through the group for deals and package discounts and hosts and concierges could make a good living.
Organized activity like an expensive old age home, for those not old enough to move into one.
Like a cruise ship that comes to your home and picks you up in a bus.
In both universes.
Sometimes all you need is a chat friend, voice, video or text. Or as an avatar that can ballroom dance like a pro and owns a tuxedo in every colour.
For many, a virtual existence can be far more fulfilling than a real one. Visit the Grand Canyon in a 3D virtual world for free and leave with a souvenir without paying a fortune.
Visit Disneyland in VR. Ride the Haunted Mansion or the Tiki Hut classics.
Therapy in VR. Sometimes just a vent buddy is enough and the anonymous aspect of equality in Second Ife can be amazing. It has helped me be more social in ways I could not have imagined.
This is an email I sent a friend who wants somebody to spend evenings with. She hates alone evenings. SHe misses having a husband. Even women with husbands may feel that way at times.
I didn’t forget to tell you. You needed 50 friends to tell you-your look great and praise you and reach out.