Getting tired of people talking smack about toxins.
And you know the kind of yahoo who does it. It’s these asshole atheist types who love to bully people who they deem ideologically incorrect”for the lolz”.
I hate those fucking people. They are the reason I refer to myself as a “nontheist”. It’s a much less confrontational and hostile word, and keeps me from being associated with those god damned bigots.
Among that slavering bunch of hooting apes, it has become fashionable to attack people who believe in cleanses and the like for their belief in mysterious “toxins” that they believe the cleanse rids them of.
The yammering yahoos treat this belief like it is tantamount to believing in evil spirit, making cleanses akin to exorcisms.
But I say that toxins have a perfectly logical scientific basis. Here it is.
Human beings today live among hundreds if not thousands of materials that did not exist during most of our evolution Because they are so new, evolution has not provided the human body with a robust means of trapping and eliminating them, and so small amounts of them enter the bloodstream and end up accumulating in our tissues.
These, then, are “toxins”.
A cleanse, therefore, by flushing out your insides (sometimes with extreme prejudice), dislodges these toxins and washes them away, thus relieving your body of the stress of having this foreign and possibly toxic substance lodged within it.
That, then, is the theory. Nothing about it is mystical,irrational. or unscientific. It makes perfect sense, and therefore those attacking it need to admit to the world that they are attacking the people, not the belief.
Because that’s what bullying bigots do.
Have I mentioned how much I hate those people?
Did the therapy thing today.
It went fine. I told him about my recent embracing of suffering and how I was willing to suffer however much I need to suffer in order to lessen my burden of pain.
I also told him about how I discovered my stabs of anxiety were really a need to cry trying to fight its way to the surface and how I am learning to just let myself cry.
And how in the past it took something external to set off my tears,.I then told him about my super sad stories about the old dog in the back yard.
He correctly deduced that it was really about me. Well duh.
I’ve been sleeping a lot lately. Like, even more so than usual. And as usual, I feel frustrated by it. I want to have fun, dammit. not sleep all the damned time.
But I am getting better about it. Turns out, the secret is to tap into my deep reserves of apathy and despair.
Makes it surprisingly easy to say “Eh, fuck it. Whatever. ” and go back to sleep/
I mean, I have known for a long time that these sleepy periods happen because I have been getting too little sleep and what I do get is low quality, so periodically I need to catch up on all those lost REM cycles.
The smart adult type thing, therefore, is to just let them happen so they are over with as quickly as possible
I’m working on it.
More after the break,
Still pretty sleepy. Still struggling to adapt.
The problem is that it eventually starts of feel like a trap. One I am struggling to escape but keep falling back into anyhow.
And historically. we foxes do not react well to feeling trapped.
Plus there’s the nature of the sleep itself. It tends to be pretty rough. The kind of sleep where I wake up sweaty and disoriented. feeling like I just got an all day beating at the bottom of the ocean.
When you feel inexorably drawn back to that punishing experience, it freaks you out.
Right now I am somewhat awake, but feel pretty thick-witted and poorly attached. Like my mind keeps drifting and I keep having to drag my attention back to the task at hand.
That is not fun. Right now, despite the Diet Coke in my system, the words are not coming easy and I honestly just want to go back to sleep.
Well that’s not true. I want to stay awake and play Black Flag.
But barring that, I guess I would rather be sleeping.
At the very least, it’s easier.
This is very cute and sweet :
Kind makes me re-think my policy on caged pets.
My mother raised me to think that a pet that you have to keep in a cage most of the time is not a happy critter and thus keeping said pet is cruel.
And that made sense to me. I sure as heck wouldn’t want to live in a cage.
But then I met Angela’s lady rats, and they seemed happy enough. Granted, they had a whole three level terrarium setup to themselves, which was a lot of room for six lady rats and all their bedding and such.
Then I see a video like the one above and I realize that I never really imagined being able to pet one’s caged rodent, and otherwise share closeness with them,.
I still couldn’t handle the cage thing though. I would do my best to hamster proof my living space instead, so the little cutie could roam as they please.
That, I could live with.
Feeling pretty crappy today.
From the heat, I assume. It always stresses my body out. I am doing my best to stay hydrated but it doesn’t seem to be enough.
Maybe I should get one of these new cube shape AC units that you fill with water once a day or so. Might make a big difference in quality of life.
They seem to be going for around a hundred bucks. I can afford that. I have around $300 surplus on my reloadable VISA.
I will definitely be thinking about it. I’ve wanted AC for as long as I remember.
And now, at long last, it’s somewhat affordable.
I would be a fool to miss out.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.