I wasn't going to post today. I don't know if I can keep posting like this "on the reg." My life, my thoughts, are beginning to bore me. The struggles of a single, solitary man in virtual isolation, etc., is getting too repetitive. I don't wish to keep whining about being a romantic boy unrequited. Maybe, I think, I'll write only when something truly happens, if I meet someone interesting or go someplace new. Gymroids, cocktail waitresses, and dinners with mother. . . what is there left to say? I could begin to write real stories, but that takes more than sitting down in the morning and banging something out like a gonzo news report. It would take me a week minimum. And maybe that is the thing, a weekly posting. But I know that once I stop the daily report, the whole thing will just disintegrate. I mean there is something to reading about another person's miseries. "But for the grace of God. . . ."
I do find succor, however, in putting the daily doldrums down in writing. And I am stupid enough to believe that my friends are all much happier than I. They are at least more distracted from their internal worries--jobs, husbands, wives, children, travel, etc. I do believe it, though. I always have. My wife used to tell me I had to stop believing what people said. They weren't all what they said they were. But she was wrong, I think. They are exactly what they say they are. It is a sort of manifest destiny thing. Tony Robbins and all that.
Tony Robbins is one of the most renowned life coaches, self-help authors, and motivational speakers in the world. He is known for his high-energy seminars and his ability to motivate people to take action and achieve their goals.
I, on the other hand, ridicule life coaches. Maybe I should have paid for a seminar.
This is more than I wanted to say, though I have said nothing. It's just a lot of words.
I don't think you even listen to the music.
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