A Post About Nothing #2 - Threading

Few things happen that bring you to the stark realisation that it is what it is, and no matter what you say or how much sessions of intensive psychotherapy you conduct, it all remains the same. Let's be totally honest, there's a code amongst people, a code that cannot be broken therefore any words beyond this point I will shutdown immediately...

This week I've also come to the realisation that complacency leads to failure, stagnation, and isolation. No matter how many times it is discussed it remains the same, ultimately it's a rouse -I've pretty much seen past the lavender mist and mirrors. Kinda reminds me of a remark I overheard, "delusions of grandeur" but what happens from this point forward?

Well I cannot envision a similar predicament, as Strickland told Sean Corey who told me, "Finish your breakfast..." That's I'll do and prepare my meals in advance.

In other news the nail continues to be hit on the head in regards to it, I actually don't know how it'll pan out but once everything is clear proceedings will take place. Left or right, forwards not backwards, up is the only way as we've ascended from the ditch from the very beginning. But what to do, it's out of reach and unjustifiable although there really is no alternative as it's as close to lint as it gets. Remember that you've got your event coming up before refuelling again so you got to hold back for that. It's just the honest thing to do, break the cycle of grand expectation as neither of you live the lifestyle to sustain such things. It is what it is I guess, stay true to yourself and be honest.

I can't lie though, you're tangled within that web and it's insane for you because you don't even know that you've been shredded and rebuilt as a shadow of your former self, wearing your insecurities as opposed to your heart on your sleeve. Whenever I listen I hold my head in my hands and shake it left to right wondering how and why, open eyes rather than remind in a state of ignorance. How can everything revolve around it, insane to say the least, kinda like a porch pet, a possession, a servant that cannot break free from the shackles as they're all mental. Sometimes I observe the scenario and wonder 'rah... The way this is moving it can't end good.' But still there's a code and regardless of whether I'm tryna work through it in my head it really isn't none of my business nor does it have a place creeping in to here.

I ate McDonald's and now I feel bloated and sick. It was the first time in a bout a week or so that I've had junk food in its truest form and I feel horrid. I vow in all my life to never get caught unprepared when it comes to food, however I will vow to go gym...

It seems that I fell asleep writing this so I am in my gym clothes about to take a trip but the McDonald's from last night has my tummy in knots. Also need some bananas to make a smoothie and some bread to go with the eggs afterwards. This is crazy what I'm writing but I guess it's a post about nothing in its truest form. I did edit and add bits by the way but hey it is what it is.