a list of my good thoughts, as curated on my WordPress.
Wednesday 4th November 2026 ~12 PM
A hermit is proud to live alone, but the pride is secret. If others envy my solitude, they might get a divorce or force an abortion.
Wednesday 4th November 2026 ~12 PM
Don't identify a pet peeve. That gives a pet peeve its peeving power. Attachment to what others must do for me or should not do near me will frustrate me to insanity. Mindfully ignore pet peeves, and focus on pet pleasies (things which please me).
Wednesday 16th September 2026 ~11AM
I feel like prior to my birth, my immortal soul me was from a world that had cotton-candy licorice trees growing from Oreo dessert pudding soil with gummy worms, Candy-land Heaven. Babies were brought by a stork, and not made from the fishy yeast in the itchy irritable urinary pus inflammation organs intermingling into each-other. My digestive system did not poop; All candy I consumed became used in me. Heaven had nor evil, nor pain, nor abstract pain, nor discouraging anything, nor bad feelings, nor sin, nor mistakes, nor even a remorseful thought. Heaven was infinite however, and I never quite got to fully explore all of it, in the eternity before my birth. Amen.
Tuesday 15th September 2026 ~12pm:
Real gratitude requires considerate empathetic thinking, or else it’s not gratitude. However, the 2lbs pink weights and 45lbs bar plates are still both the same thing; both are weights. I must start at 2lbs and gradually work my way up.
Monday 14th September 2026 ~2PM:
The phenomenon of self is too massive of a miracle to not be kind always.
Sunday 13th September 2026 ~1AM:
Sincerity is a virtue, and I pray hardest for life to be more like CandyLand rather than quirky-rules DirtPlanet. 🙏Amen.
Saturday 12th September 2026 ~2PM:
Cast no stones unless you have no sin, but please do please cast a stern “Dude! The heck is wrong with you?!” or else that weirdo is just never gonna stop.
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I deleted my Twitter many times because I was shamefully addicted to burping out my every thought, all day and night + there was no way to stop and curate the cream of my tweets.
I deleted my 𝕏 Account when I realized I paid $175 subscription for a year of a Stars-Upon-Theirs superfluous blue check, and the extra features like an edit button, but the whole social experience of 𝕏 is just a MySpace that's all ads, promoted influencers, and no friends or activity.