Is it just me or am I the only one having dreams lately with very anti-establishment and anti-authority themes? I've been obsessively dream journaling for the past few weeks in my quest to become a lucid dream master and this topic keeps popping up quite regularly for some strange reason. Usually the dreams involve me and sometimes groups of people in a battle against authoritarian regimes and their morally bankrupt enforcers. Corrupt military, cops, and thugs in general with too much power and not enough accountability beating down the little guy before their house of cards topples in the wind.
Today I finally went to the local clinic and got some bloodwork done. It has been over a year since I last checked my labs, so I felt it was time to see where I stood. I'm especially curious since I'm now over a month into the carnivore diet and would like to see how all the changes I've experienced over the past month have affected my body chemistry, especially with things like cholesterol. After losing over 15 pounds, however, and generally avoiding all processed and sugary foods I expect things to look pretty good.
Today was a rough day for money. Everything from big tech to Bitcoin and gold was in a deep red sea of losses. If one were the betting type, one could argue that this is only just a taste of what might be the biggest market crash the world has ever seen. But I'm no economist so what do I know? If people in fancy suits who work in large, well guarded buildings say the economy is fine and not to worry about all the money printing, who am I to question their expertise? What I will do, though, is speculate and gamble some of my hard earned money on meme stocks in the hopes of getting rich.
For you see, amid all the panic selling that occurred today, one brave asset held the line and actually ended in the green to everyone's surprise: GameStop.
Facebook is garbage, there I said it. I know that's not such a controversial thing to say these days after all the revelations that have come out in recent years. From sowing political discord at home and abroad to manipulating our emotions through Orwellian science experiments; one can't be blamed for trying to avoid “FB” and it's fellow social media ilk as much as possible. I still have mine for some ungodly reason, and I really should delete the thing but you know how peer pressure goes. Anyways, it had been a long while since I checked in so I opened up the app tonight to check my notifications and was immediately paralyzed with dread.
What did I see that would illicit such an extreme reaction? A simple friend request from the last person on Earth I would expect...
It's almost 10pm here in this part of the world, and I'm over here recovering after just utterly destroying my diet streak of over 30 days. After successfully adapting my body to a carnivore diet over the past month and experiencing amazing results, I then “ruined it” by eating an entire medium pizza, a handful of cinnamon twists, a piece of tres leche cake, and two glasses of red wine. Why would I do that when I was doing so well? Simple, it was my dad's birthday and I wanted to celebrate being able to spend another day with him on this Earth.
Will I suffer some consequences from this decision in the short term?
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When I was a young boy, my father took me into the city to see a marching band. He said, “Son, when you grow up, would you be the savior of the broken, the beaten and the damned?”
He said, “Will you defeat them? Your demons, and all the non-believers, the plans that they have made?”
“Because one day I’ll leave you, a phantom to you lead you in the summer, to join the black parade.”
One thing that has always bothered me ever since I began my career as an adult is how much people overreact when mistakes are made. You can do your job absolutely perfectly, but you make one tiny slip up and the next thing you know you have your boss expecting a phone call to explain yourself as if you’re five years old.
The size of the mistake is irrelevant. It doesn’t matter if it’s something as simple as you forgetting to take out some trash; if you forget, you may as well have spit directly into the face of God. I always wonder what’s beneath this obsessive need to never make a mistake?