being a high functioning stoner is WILD because I’m not trying to “escape reality” - I simply want to soften the sharp edges of existing inside a brain that never stops fucking thinking.
The joy of owning beautiful things, a good knife, a proper linen towel, a jar of excellent honey, one soul encapsulating perfume, over many mediocre things. Doing this slowly across every domain.
i love it when a very funny and unserious woman has a baby and then they start bein funny and unserious with the baby as a sidekick. it brings me so much joy lol
I had nothing to lose so I tried everything.
Fixed my sleep, the cold showers, cut out the caffeine and the alcohol and the sugar and the gluten, tried magnesium, the taurine, the inositol.
Did the meditations, the shadow work, the hypnosis, stood in the mirror and told myself the harsh truth.
Quit social media. Reorganised my phone, my house, my head. Affirmations. Positive thinking.
Travelled, wrote, read, helped others, transmuted the pain into whatever creativity I could.
Fought in a ring, hired psychologists, left my secure job.
None of it cured me.
All of it did.
Somewhere in the middle I realised I had become someone who would do all of this for himself.
That was the cure.
It’s sad that during your formative years, your exposure to the world is largely limited by your parent’s own exposure. If they value things like music lessons, spelling bees, sports, or exploring random hobbies, you benefit from that. If not, it’s just chores and TV for you.