Hater

I just finished all the musts for today; and I'm just letting time pass by so I can go to DENR to attend another aimless meeting.



I can't wait for December 22, where my head will fully dislodge from my body. It is now that I realize how I have been, for 23 years, putting expectations, daily, weekly, yearly, on myself and others, and bearing the brunt of delivering and having others deliver has taken its toll on what I might say, my view of life or how I digest things.



I haven't really been a fan of well-being. Ever since I had my first encounter with attempts to move towards that four, five years ago, I decided that it utterly is trash. Doctors, business people, and even religion make money out of the concept.



But there is only so much self-medication can offer, and as I have observed and as others have verbalized- self-medication leads to parasitism.



When I go back to Mecca, all hell will break loose, and finally, when it does, there will be no more guilt. Self-medication with a little help from the organic past. I cannot be in love with the concept of little boys any longer.