It just doesn’t matter

I can’t decide if I want anyone to read these or not. My genius may be well hidden in idiocy. I may not be the smartest person on earth. I may not actually have come up with the unified theory…

I can’t decide if I want anyone to read these or not. My genius may be well hidden in idiocy. I may not be the smartest person on earth. I may not actually have come up with the unified theory of everything that scientists search for. I think I just might have, but if I share, I could be wrong… and thought a fool.

Weed with confidence makes me believe my ideas are awesome and #investmentworthy #prideworthy but I’ve never really went back after the high.

I just wrote, often in first person quickly as the thoughts hit me. I know I had some good moments but sadly I may not be as amazing as I want to believe. The negative nelly is just sayin’

However the main difference between me and somebody who actually gets things started and/or done… is they either don’t have or hear the negative voice, or they have a much stronger positive voice.

I take drugs, to try and suppress the negative voice for an hour or 12. I like to think and not instantly crush my joy.

My ideas blossom outward like one of those fireworks with one more pop you didn’t expect… and then 4 more.

I start small, as an idea hits me, often mid sentence on another topic. I get excited. An idea for a product or service, or an idea to teach or film.

Usually the idea is small enough it’s totally doable. If I was that type of person… blah blah blah.


Interruption memory. When I was on acid, I was trying to post a classic really high concept, but it seems to be one that doesn’t want to be written. I may not be able to explain it now. The memory faded.

There are memories that come to me, which are a loop of the thought or concept before,and when high, I can get caught in the loop.

I would do something memorable and it would trigger a whole routine of thought I’d have to say over again… Nope. A story I can’t remember at this level of high.


The Title: When I read it, I hear a sound bite which may be 3 stooges but is probably something from the Stern Universe. What I mean however, is that I have come to the realization that I am terrified of faiure or success.

Either is change and I’ll have to change.

I don’t care if nobody ever reads this. I really am tempted to share it all. ┬áSome vey wild blogs and videos over the years.

Several scenarios are awful. Fame without success or income can be frustrating and perhaps embarrassing.

I don’t wan to be famous, I just want a few fans