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Day 3 on track

​Soundtrack: Where is my mind by the pixies on repeat.

Location: the bathtub after walking 15k in steps in Vivobarefoot shoes on a lot of gravel and rock. 


A foot rub would do me well, right about now. 


Here is some park equipment that I used for less than minute. 


Very scattered thoughts. I’m overdosing on podcasts. My brain is exploding. I also like that I will listen to an episode about an escort sex worker and then listen to one by a pastors wife. 


I find the human experience so fascinating. 


Here is a quote Kaylor Betts shard. It’s not his original quote but it’s a good one. 

  • When you’re born you look like your parents, when you die, you look like your decisions. 💥 💣 

James Sexton was saying that men are pretty simple, they are mostly horny or hungry. (Imagine is life was that’s simple).


My dad sent an email to the family group. He said that my brother is asking him to eat 3 times a day. He then explained that he is having 1 egg for breakfast and then dinner in the canteen cafeteria. He is skipping lunch because he’s not hungry. 


Here was my blunt response: start


That is good advice if you want to live. 


It’s pretty simple, the way you are eating now, you are getting closer to death. 


It’s the same as a plant. If you don’t give it sun and water. It will die. 


If you don’t eat properly and move your body, your fate will come sooner. 


When you are born, you look like your parents. When you die, you look like your decisions.


End


Do I sound autistic? Maybe I do, although autistic people don’t always realise their tone etc. I am aware of how blunt I’m being. 


Here is a text today to Mr.Richmond:


It says it all, nicey nicey me has taken a hike. I’m not replacing old me, with a mean me. I just saying what needs to be said. I’m still reading the room. 


As for the email to my dad, he tends to listen to me. Let’s see if he makes the change. I do feel for my brother and sister who worry about him. I don’t worry, if anything I feel sadness. 


After work today I managed a long, long walk. There was a man in sunglasses who was also on an exercise walk, who passed me more than once. By the third time we smiled. The issues with sun glasses is I do t know what his eyes 👀 look like. 


This then got me thinking about eyes. 


Housemate is going through a tough time, he’s at work a lot and we are ships in the night. Even when we are both in the house, conversation happen on different floors etc. It occurred to me that I haven’t seen his eyes in ages. 


Why don’t humans make more eye contact with one another. Is it really that intimidating. At this point in my life, I get eye contact with the neighbours cat. 


I think I’ve lost the plot. 

Time to upload. 

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