Clearly this is becoming a series.
Mostly because if I do something twice, I feel compelled to do it a third time.
But I already know what I will be talking about in the next one, so there’s that.
Anyhow, you know this isn’t aimed at you, so here goes :
I have finally started tapping into my deep wells of both sarcasm and cutting observation in order to put my work and my words out there in the world and I must say it feels pretty good.
And I have already gotten both praise and backlash and I love both so I am quite happy with how things are progressing.
But my ambition remains to go huuuuuge with my words. I want to be a globally recognized thought leader whom people turn to for my vision, my insight, my unique point of view, and my ability to be more right about a lot of things than everyone else.
I want people to say, “Boy, I can’t wait to hear what HE has to say about this!”, both on the left and on the right, and it would make me so very, very happy to know that I am sparking discussion and debate all over the world with my thought provoking takes on the world we live in.
That would make me one very happy trickster. I would know that I was doing my duty to get people to think and grow and expand their minds, even if initially they are only doing so in order to better disagree with me.
When people think, we win. It’s the sleeping brutes we have to watch out for.
Now what else should I be typing about? Oh yeah, my day.
Time for a life update
Did not make it to Kinsmen. Last night and this morning I was having one of my attacks of flu-like symptoms. Raspy throat, scratchy lungs, stiff sore muscles, energy drain, all the old familiar faces.
It’s clear up a little bit since. My lungs and throat are still out of whack but some rest and fluids seem to have cleared up the drained feeling and moving around some today and getting some sunshine and fresh air seems to have helped my poor muscles.
It’s amazing how often that in order to get better, I have to do the exact opposite of what my stupid body wants me to do.
No, don’t pick that itchy as hell scab. Move those sore stiff muscles. Don’t eat the stuff that looks so tasty but it’s fulla sugar so you know it will make you sick.
Anyhow, I did make it to my doctor’s appointment today.
Being too sick to go to the doctor is something I reserve for when I need to be way more irrational for whatever reason.
We talked about my high blood pressure. He tried to measure my BP the old fashioned way, with the pressure cuff and stethoscope, and it didn’t work.
Could have told him it wouldn’t work, but would he have believed me?
Once we moved on to the automatic digital method, he discovered that my blood pressure is, indeed, too high, but that the difference between my sitting and standing BP was so great that upping my BP meds to lower my sitting BP would lead to my BP dipping so low when I stand up that I’d pass out.
But he referred me back to Doctor Shari and I will talk it over with her eventually.
Unfortunately it took a long time to get back home. When I was done with Doctor Chao, I got his receptionist to call Julian.
I had to do that because my dumb self forgot his phone at home. Which meant a lot of being bored while waiting. D’oh.
But Julian did not pick up. So the receptionist left a message. Then we did the same thing half an hour later. Same result.
Another half hour later and it finally occurs to me to get her to call Joe’s cell instead. That works, and gets the ball rolling for my pickup.
Then I have another brainwave and realize that I can wait for pickup outside in the fresh air and sunshine if I just used my walker’s seat.
So I got my fresh air and sunshine despite missing Kinsmen.
Turns out the problem was that Julian’s cell ran out of power.
Oh well, excrement occurs.
More after the break.
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Another home run from Kee
Wow, does this guy get me.
Yup, this is pretty much it.
Like I have said before, what sanity I retain I think I got from my babysitter Betty.
So things didn’t really go all to hell for me until I got to school and there was nobody looking out for me or who even cared about me any more.
And so I became more and more withdrawn. At first I tried to make friends and get along with others but there’s only so much rejection a sensitive child can take before they conclude that there is nothing out there for them in the world of other people.
Like I have also said before, my shyness is somewhat paradoxical. I can seem outgoing and friendly and even charming but that disappears at the slightest sign of rejection or even just non-inclusion as I am crushed like the hothouse orchid I am.
In a sense it would be less confusing if I was just plain antisocial all the time. Might even be healthier for me, really.
But that’s uh, not how things turned out.
I mean, I need a Xanax to do my stuff at Kinsmen and yet I record a video of just me talking every day and think nothing of putting it on YouTube and TikTok.
I never had any trouble speaking up when I knew the answer in class. Yet I hid from my fellow students during lunch and recess.
I was a complicated child, and now I am an even more complicated man.
I hope that at least makes me interesting.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.