Others are in love
Not I, I have no friends
Not even up to dating
To date is to relate
And I am not relating
I could die in the meantime
Whilst still deliberating
To date or not to date… that is the golden fried question that riddles my mind daily. I choose losers. Or they choose me. Perhaps both: Until I figure that out… 3 years and counting… I cannot date properly. I have to be fully okay with who I am, and feel comfortable enough in my own skin to be a proper partner who can love and be loved without fear. I am not quite there yet, but I am moving in the right direction.
My mental health has to come first, above all. This is not selfish, as I once believed. What is selfish is not taking care of my own mental and physical health. I can see that now. If you are struggling with your mental health, know that you have a friend in me!
I may be a total jerk at times, but I love humanity so much. I get angry with the elites who run this world and all I have to say is that my anger is born from my surroundings. The World is an angry and unforgiving place to be right now. I have towed the fine line, censoring my own thoughts and words. I have pushed my faith under the rug, as to not offend anyone. That is over with, as you can tell if you have seen this blog as of late. I am back and this is me, healthy. Balls to the wall and unapologetically human, to be quite frank!
Thank you for sticking with me here on my very gray blog. I appreciate your support more than I lead on. It hurts me that most people are forced to walk on eggshells because of big tech tyranny, fake news, tightly woven division, the education system, the Government’s cancel culture and the elitist one percent.
The world is standing up against the elitist punks sowing division. I am going to speak my own truth. What’s the worst that can happen to me? Death? I’m okay with that if it means that my children KNOW that they have a right to think whatever they think and express how they feel without fear of retribution.
I asked my kid, don’t you think you have a right to speak up for what you believe in? You do know we live in a free Country, right? He looked at me, 10 years old, and said, I don’t know. I said, what do you mean you don’t know? He just shrugged his shoulders at the time. That was nearly 5 years ago, in America. What in the world are these teachers doing to our precious children? Abusing them, that’s what. That’s all I have for now.
The Mad Chatter