The Forsaking Continued for a Little While Longer

I forsook Humanity for five days last week, as part of a wellness challenge. I like to assign myself wellness challenges from time to time. It's a sort of punctuated acceleration toward greater wellness.

The forsaking was successful. But when the challenge ended, the forsaking did not. It felt so good to avoid and ignore the plurality of Humanity, that I continued the challenge through the weekend.

I drove up north on Saturday morning and rode my bike 25 miles around Shell Lake, by way of visiting my parents. My sister joined us on Saturday night into Sunday. These were the only unforsaken humans I associated with for most of the duration of the weekend.

On Sunday morning, I drove back home and the forsaking officially ended when I attended a fitness themed house party, at which my band GUPPY EFFECT performed.

I realized in retrospect that I inadvertently un-forsook Humanity by driving on public roadways. And the Humanity on said roadways reminded my WHY Humanity was in dire need of forsaking in the first place. These are miserable souls who largely should not be allowed to operate motor vehicles.

I write this on Monday morning, appreciative of the fact that I survived Humanity's cruelty and loss of moral integrity.

Fin.

Class D People Anger Me

I really dislike Class D people. These are people categorized by D words like dick and douchebag. There are thankfully not a lot of Class D people in the world. But there are still too many. And they tend to be disproportionately annoying compared to other classifications of people. Because they tend to worm their way into places where they can more easily annoy others. Like social and mainstream media (SMSM), for example.

The good news is, they are avoidable. In fact, SMSM is one of the only places they can freely enter your life. No SMSM = No Class D people (for the most part). People IRL can sometimes be Class Ds, but they are more manageable that way. You can walk away, tell them to f**k off, or kick them in the balls. Granted, you can tell Ds to f**k off on SMSM too, but most of the ones on SMSM don't abide that request. Some don't abide it IRL either, but at least then you can either walk away or kick them in the balls. The SMSM equivalent of walking away is blocking people. There is no SMSM equivalent of kicking a D in the balls (aka, deez nuts!).

So, do with that knowledge what you will.

Fin.

Battling Food Noise

I battled food noise today. That is to say I did battle with the emotional part of my brain that was generating food noise. I won the battle, for the most part.

Fin.