It’s Saturday at 8:30 p.m. By Monday my ritual of pretending to think of Jan 1 as the ultimate Super Monday. Even when it falls on a Thursday.
January 1 is my official reboot. My new optimism about trying something new with a new partner, vetted and selected as my new saviour, but I found out they don’t want that worship for picking the next person I get high with.
If you click with me, it can be fast. Click or clash is almost instant but we don’t like to talk about it because it’s obviously not a fair system.
All you have to do is contact me again. I’m like a wind up man. I need to be interested in it day 2 and I am excited to see what tomorrow brings.
If you understand all activity on earth happens at the moment of NOW. All of Earth shares the same now. It is the only time that exists and then our life is just how we react.
When I get a few ideas at the same time a quality candidate enters into my life. This could work. I am excited and may be awake all night feeling like everything I come up with is perfect.
I only discovered I’m not perfect quite late in life when I started being social outside of school. I spent almost 6 years living with a roommate that clicked.
I probably would have stayed with her for the rest of my life but I tend to pick the first one I can find and then adapt.
Instead of deciding about people, I just interacted more.
I stopped and now I’m done with it before even finishing the thought. Decide for me and I’ll adapt. I’ll submit.
A new #1 person who could conceivably be able to, run everything, and actually want the job. I get my mental pride rewards with praise. Nobody yelled at me.
You can keep almost everything but I want a salary just to be included at the table asking the customer questions weighed against supplier benefit.
Brain need break.