69 Degrees

69 degrees must be my sweet spot. I swam and hung my suit and towel on the line. I've opened all the windows and am playing with the Venetian blinds to control the angle of opacity and light. What an invention. These came with our house. I want privacy but I want to be able to see everything. Such is the human condition. It all comes down to curtains and fences. 

My transmit energy is just as fragile and sensitive as my receive energy. I shouldn't be surprised but I always am. I feel less lonely about it than I used to and this is what writing and sharing has given me. I connect with others in a meaningful way. The only way that matters to me.

I've noticed people are terrified of everything under the sun. It's more visible now, when the transmit energy is here. They are terrified of enthusiasm, and losing control. As if they really have any, anyway.

Fences and curtains again. Where are the boundaries of where I end and you begin? Perhaps the self is a construct. Maybe there is no boundary. 

Today my attitude is go ahead be scared. Run away, leave me alone. 

I have no patience for babysitting people who are scared of me. 

I am sick of it actually.

Always going to their house and having to beg for them to come to my house.

They know who they are, and  they are many but let's face it they never read anything except conspiracy theories that support their stoned-out brains so be it.

 Why should I care? 

Because I hoped they would be interested in growing up and learning who they are and learning about this amazing world. I was wrong. 

They want to build a fence and a box and lock themselves in it. They have have succeeded.

Next time I am invited to a social gathering I am staying home to read books by interesting people.

AMEN.

I am so sick of babysitting scaredy cats, 4 decades of accommodating everyone else. 

Fagghedabout it. 

I am done.