The obvious way to understand a situation you can’t, in your right mind, evaluate in such a moment as knee-jerk-off is as rudimentary as they come, my dear boy.
Long time fans of this channel will remember an article a couple back; it’s hard to believe they found me on meds again, but I really don’t care anymore. (I used up my last bit of good gliding vibes, so that I could be myself a little of a year.) (Thankfully, my speech is back being slow, and thoughts are harder to formulate logics again. /s)
You really have to recognize how much physical agony I’d been in, knowing the feeling of my back falling apart, and be faced with persons so rash, no amount of eloquence could justify—its clockwork: grand and desirable to the homeless, but no! That isn’t for me.
As I sit here waiting for an appointment that’ll (likely) go nowhere. I’m about ready to give up the seeking, and just go eat a rock.
Remember when I said this? ‘… [H]ave to recognize how much physical agony I’d been in’. Yes, unheard w/ video proof. And still, managed to fixate on any thing he could to—what’s that term? ‘<something> bias’?
Oh, don’t be naive! I’d may as well be consumed by fatalism. Would I recognize myself if I just choose to stop being me? Because dying alone is a rice cookie, afterall—BUT I’M SITTING HERE WITH A 20% MENDED VOICE, thinking ‘You don’t even realize who I am!’
I lost my voice, you sons-of-bitches!
Fucking give me sanity long enough to have contributed something other than this theatrical fantasy where no one plays the lead.
I expect greatness from those ‘treating’ me now. And they’ll never come any closer to understanding how the voice works, either. Now, isn’t that special?!
Let’s leave it up to future-me to partake in the looting in the far away and after!
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Music got me hearing; lost silk after the hike, too.
Now that I’m sleeping so much again, I can theorize new ways to modify sleep into what it needs to be: congratulations!
Congratulations!
Also, as a side-note, my neck hurts soooooooo much if I turn it just ever so slightly in either direction: left and right; forward and back are someway less predictable.
Music got me here! But boy, it takes a tall order of pain to touch certain phrases.