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I don't know that I've fully emerged from my lethargic funk...
Not that the 30 minutes of useless blather contained herein will reflect this new found motivation...
NëiNsensiCaL
Still not settled on my new year's complacency motivations I decide to drill down the Guardian Angel's current influence in my life...
And then I talk about some other stuff that probably isn't very interesting.
And then it gets worse.
So... yeah.
Pretty, pretty, pretty easy choice ...
on this one.
NëiNsensiCaL
My continued investigation into our ancient past continues - mostly unabated - but not completely.
As per my usual abatements, well, those might be the only worthwhile elements herein - presuming worthwhile means to you the same that it does to me.
Shall we presume??
NëiNsensiCaL
Apparently I needed a "shut-it-all-down" break from the universe for a few days.
So I took one.
Now however, that phase is over.
On to bigger and better nonsense go I. And you too, if you're up for it!
NëiNsensiCaL
There is no excuse for me telling you, even a little bit, how to go about fulfilling your life.
Not even a little bit.
This recording is almost 55 minutes long.
If I had to guess how much time I spend in this one telling you exactly how you should go about living your life... assuming you want it to be fulfilling?
31:41.
Having admitted that I think I can just finish typing these words now.
But before my digital interaction with you proves unfulfilling in some yet to be identified capacity, I'll just recommend that you not compound this disappointment by engaging any further with this episode of the project.
Go find a life or something will ya?
Damnit!
NëiNsensiCaL
Yeah, yeah.
Yeah.
Hello year 2024... if that's your real name...
???
The trite and tired trends that dominate v.867-5309 Earth's annual progression from one 365.24 collection of days to the next group of identical spacetime occurrences... well it's not the usual pit of despair that ensnares me.
The pits of despair I tend to fall into are way more of my own doing. Or just the dumbest possible move in play at any given time.
It's a bit like wistfully revisiting the year that no longer is... highlighting the events that were the most personally impactful for the most recent closed calendar data set,
"White male American acting overly self-important" - I retort.
I suppose my best response after you've pegged me and my hubris is:
In fact, it's a lot like that.
NëiNsensiCaL
This recording is a prime example of thinking a problem into existence -
nothing to see here.
A lot like when you accidentally hit the download button... no?
NëiNsensiCaL
This recording might set a record for "get off my lawn" moments - hard to say given how many lady bugs show up simultaneously.
Regardless, this one is choppy.
Mostly due to the holiday chop we all annually endure - but not exclusively.
More on that latter thought to come...
NëiNsensiCaL
If you like sloppy, sleepy, slippery, slappy slug sloths - this recording may actually work well for you.
That said, seeing how I'm the only one left who is doing any fetching around here, don't you go getting your slappy slug sloth slippery with anticipation for fetching festivities because...
NëiNsensiCaL
As I'm prone to do, today I got lost thinking "If I'm a video game character, whoever is controlling me needs to see how low my energy levels are and point me toward replenishment."
This recording provides all the evidence necessary to prove my tanks are dangerously low.
Maybe that's a frame of mind that makes me more listenable?
Doesn't it?
NëiNsensiCaL
From the publisher's feed
Hello universe!
As always, my greatest hope in this lifetime is to somehow, some way, get the chance to see you performing at your absolute best.
That day may not be today... I get…
Plainly stated it's become a flustercuck. One that's emerging right now in full cluster. The worst part is that I saw it happening in real time and did nothing to stop it. The blame falls directly on me.
And quite fairly.
For most of my existence I ignored the signs of collapse as they begged to be seen. I pretended the chicanery running rampant across reality would somehow fix itself without intervention.
I watched as truth become maleable, destroying facts in the process. Personal integrity was now a sign of weakness. Reach across the aisle? For what? Only losers compromise.
Winners take all.
Societal accountability? Never heard of it.
I'm clearly at fault for letting things deteriorate the way they did through my decisive inaction. Agree on that we do. However, all of us are now permitting the beat down 21st century life has become.
We aren't winning. Not even a little bit.
We're all bruised. We're all bewildered. We're all rudderless. We're all living as diminished versions of the true selves we arrived here to become. We all know this isn't how it's supposed to be.
Are we ufulfilled fundamentally?
Yep. Sure thing. In fact absolutely positively.
But not broken.
Because never, will I ever, come to a point where I lose my faith in you.
What we are capable of accomplishing by working alongside each other is mind-blowing. Our creative potential knows no limits in this universe! None.
In fact today, together, let's embrace our best selves and bask in the fulfillment that inspires. My humanity is ready to ascend.
I hope yours is too!