High on edibles. 60mg

I remember the rush that accompanies an active brain sparking new ideas or realizations. The joy in the moment one thought is understood.

I enjoy each and every moment of understanding for anything and everything. I like to understand things.

I was higher than expected but still delighted in the opportunity to revisit this bliss of new thoughts feeling.

I am sad I can’t figure out my next step. I am terrified of the goal I seem to want.

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

I wouldn’t mind a little famous. I think I’m just the right mixture of interesting that a manager could help.

I am afraid of people yelling at me.

I exist better with companionship.

Too deep.

I once described myself as a codependent living without a co

I like the adventure of doing something. Live interaction. I prefer my activities shared.

I see very little purpose to making memories alone. My joy comes 8n the reactions.

I like to live in other people’s lives, rather than my own. My memories of each chapter of my 60 years is based on who my #1 was during those moves.

All my stories are the ones with my room mate in each residence. I don’t remember anything I may have done alone.

I lived 8n their lives for that period, and then moved and severed the position of #1 down. I always tried for a good transition but anytime a friendship moves from first position to second is going to be tough.

Oh my friendships that ended were based on a position shift. Before I understood it, they offended me enough.

Zeppelin

In my head, I can imagine the idea of becoming noticed. The idea that people would read my work and already know what Zeppelin meant or at least be interested.

I am happy to be proud of who I ended up being. I don’t mean that in a negative way. In a reflection of my life recently my was pretty impressed.

I don’t want that the sound negative. It’s just my 60th birthday is a significant number. As the side bonus to trigger my memories, my TV starts playing slides that I have taken over the past 10 years of all my friends doing happy things with me. Good memories, if you try not to think about the fact that they are now all 4,000 km away.

The benefit and the curse of a mind that always tries to see both sides or more of an idea. I have lost friends because I blurt out devil’s advocate statements in totally inappropriate times. I have caught myself crushing joy with questions that didn’t need to be asked. I have been the what if guy in the middle of celebrations

I am reasonably sure at least some of the memories I am thinking of till I happen rather than dreamed or imagined.

So my process is this. I get an idea and because I am not sharing it with anyone, it therefore is perfect so I feel good about the idea.

At this point I have to decide whether I am confident enough in this idea to share it with someone and risk finding out it is not perfect. With a possibility of being so wrong somebody else at me.

A weed wave washed over me and I surf the wave into the clouds.

Oh look, a Zeppelin!

11:15pm.

I have so many ideas of things that I could do and I’m capable of doing that in my mind at least, stand a chance of being a success only if I’m not the one doing it. In order for me to do almost anything progressive rather than supportive I need assistance.

At this moment I think to myself I should have been reciting this more as a script for a video and that we could use AI to animate this monologue. If I give into the idea of editing instead of just presenting it, then we could… Brain freeze

End of part one brain overflow error

This is what an AI assistant came up with when I asked it to rewrite it less stoned.

I always strive for smooth transitions, but when a friendship moves from the first position to the second, it can be tough. The friendships that ended in the past were usually due to a shift in our positions. Before I fully understood it, their actions had already offended me. In my mind, I can envision the idea of gaining recognition. The thought that people would read my work and instantly understand what Zeppelin signifies or at least be interested in it. I take pride in who I have become, and I don’t mean that in a negative way.

Reflecting on my life recently, I am rather impressed with my journey. I don’t mean to sound negative, but my 60th birthday holds great significance. As a nostalgic bonus, my TV starts playing slides of the happy moments I’ve shared with friends over the past 10 years, although it’s bittersweet considering they are now 4,000 km away. Having a mind that always tries to see both sides or more of an idea can be both a blessing and a curse.

I have lost friends because I tend to blurt out devil’s advocate statements at entirely inappropriate times. I’ve caught myself dampening the joy by asking unnecessary questions. I’ve been the “what if” guy in the middle of celebrations. I am reasonably certain that some of the memories I have are of real experiences rather than dreams or mere imaginings. Here’s how my thought process usually works: I get an idea and because I keep it to myself, it feels perfect and fills me with confidence. However, at some point, I have to decide whether I am brave enough to share it with someone else and risk the possibility of it not being as perfect as I thought. There’s always a chance of being proven wrong by someone else. Sometimes, a wave of doubt washes over me, but I choose to ride it and let it carry me to new heights.

Oh, look, a Zeppelin! It’s 11:15 PM. I have countless ideas of things I could do, and I am fully capable of accomplishing them. However, in my mind, these ideas stand a better chance of success if someone other than myself takes the lead. For me to truly embrace progress rather than just offering support, I need assistance. At this moment, I pondered whether I should have presented these thoughts as a script for a video, perhaps utilizing AI to bring this monologue to life. If I give in to the idea of editing instead of simply presenting it, then who knows what possibilities lie ahead… Oh, brain freeze! This concludes part one; brain overflow error.