Yes, there are men here, too, in this matriarchal tyranny. I encountre them sometimes as they hide under manholes or behind badges. So, heres a little series about that. I will keep it brief cuz, you know, men are reading.
In an auto place, i met this very nice man who helped me with something to do with my van. So, when we were wrapping that up, I thanked him sincerely, and he said, something like,
"Oh, thats all right. I am just glad to help another citizen!"
This was so nice to hear. Civility, and directness. But, then I remembered,
"Oh, i am sorry, but i am not an actual citizen. I am an immigrant..."
"Oh?"
"Yes, I am an Australian."
"Well, thats all right. You are still a human being!"
Holy shit more rain. Pretty much all the way past 5:am tomorrow.
You know what? 2 facts. From a week or 2 ago. This is the wettest year for Iowa since 1914. And this year is also the first year we have had no hurricanes, in the USA, North Atlantic. Since when? 1914.
So, look out for El Niño. Its weird this time. And we had a weird bomm cyclone hitting the USA NE. Starting off WINTER?!
I have to throw some pants on and go out to my van. I left my eggs out there. Id make a terrible mother.
Just a note. Some physicists are gossipping we may be able to travel faster than light. If we kinda shrink way down. Thats in the latest boring vid over at unreality_check, which is dif to the check you receive every week.
I was thinking. PS. What am I about here, socially? Most people here are hypocritically woke, radlib, or Dem. I am not. I am classical liberal - still a progressive populist. Not a lefty, or righty. I am my own party, stuck in 1999. Some take a stance that i am on a MAGA mission. These are already politically biased people, communist or socialist. With their own agendas. It is all their projections, serving to legitimise their lies, cheating or derangements.
No, i am on a mission, by example and care, that is social or moral, not religious at all, in the conventional sense. I have been here to exorcise anxieties and hates cultured by the plandemic BS, and the COVID injections. Injections which give you COVID, or coronary conditions, or brain conditions, or death. Or, simply, mental lethargy, anxiety, hate, fear and avoidance/denial.
So i wanted to free up the farmers with my humour and sincere communication, (which can be turned into a volatile oil and water mix). I succeeded, very much at my own expense. How i dealt with the FM, FMG, and other places/people, have always had this in mind, using a variety of methods, succeeding. At my expense. But, i survive the abuse. HOW? they all wonder.
If he can survive as such a fool, then maybe it is SAFE FOR ME to go outside, figurativy. Right? Yep. Thats a main thing i have been doing. Because, in case you dont know by now, i am Invisibly wise.
Hello from TJs cuz its 2zday. After quickly seeing pantry pals, etc, drove to get my van checked on. But i never found the place, and stopped wanting to. Turned around and went all the way to walmart, painted the OM symbol on front of hood. Really looked like rain was coming so i sealed that up with tape and plastic. But no rain. Just too much wind. Plus i had a wee headache. So i decided to give up on van work, and grabbed a bottle of cab sav. Uncovered the OM and went to do taco tuesday here. I might have seen Quiet Girl at walmart, oddly enough. Now i am going home maybe to eat more beef. Beef has creatine in it, and i need to eat that to keep my head from falling off.
This is a post of quickie observations on Townies.
I wrote the main LL - Management#1 - a few things, complimenting 2 hallmates, largely. Told her i dont like the negative complaining, and may send that later. I havent even described the offensive conduct of Maintenance#2, which forced me to yell at him. Meanwhile, he went around smearing me, to tenants and his tattooed alcoholic beerbelly buddies lol. I swear, he's as bad a detractor as the sweet Libr Dir.
I complimented Auties Mom, who is nevertheless under the dumb thumb of narc, the Ogre. Auties Mom, and son2, are no longer slamming doors to upset my CFS, or whatever. Now that shes pregnant again, she is mellower and more cautious. Then along comes the Ogre with her hate and cig smoke.
I complimented the Quiet Girl. I am so happy about her. She is developmentally disabled, but has apparently learned to trust and like me. She seldom comes outside, but I recently said HEY to her and that made her day.
Narc, Maintenance#2, seethed when he saw me exchanging pleasantries while passing her Granny outside. Cuz thats how narcs are. He just sits in his van for hours, apparently drinking, waiting for me to come out so he can imagine he intimidates me, waiting to catch me in some evil deed.
When i yelled at that guy in our hallway, profanely, the Quiet Girl saw and heard it, from behind her door, and apparently liked it. After that, she put up this big groovy poster on her door, saying, "ENTER." And now she is playing her radio audibly, just like me. What a bad influence i am!
Tired morning, no obvious explanation, other than i am off synthroid cuz i dropped my otherwise pointless doctor. Which is a compliment.
Keep having to wash pan cuz no-stick became a memory. So i be using a bowl shaped pan, where 2 eggs form a perfect disk and slide right off. But this morning used it for a sweet filet of polluck, which turned out great. It left maybe 3-4 tblspns of juicy liquid, into which i cracked one egg. Somehow, that egg merged with the nutritious liquid, forming a solid, but tender, disk, which was very nice. All that omega3 for ma tired tete. But just how that e-mergency occurred, i have no idea.
Another day of rain, which was sposed to be sunny. If it dries up later, I might be able to do the van thing. Hey, some dreadlocks guy waved at me yesterday, cuz of the van, and i wondered if he could get me some weed, lol. He might be a guy named Fish ive chatted with, before the dreads? At the same time, a cute girlie was crossing the street w/o seeing me waiting. Eventually she saw me and we both expressed approval. When i was at a car place the other day, a pretty good looking girlie blurted out that my van was nice, with a smile. I just smiled at her. I checked out her car and do believe this was the same hot woman i did that really savvy car-flirting with a while back. So, shes now on my radar.
Anyway... i was thinking about someones behaviour and decided she has had trauma in the fairly recent past, plus a little in childhood. I will look into it. While i was thinking about this, i noticed that the words TRAUMA and DRAMA sound almost the same, which is curious, cuz we never mix them up. I once thought FMG was secretly a drama queen but i soon learnt she was a trauma queen.
I incurred a fractured skull as a kid, and temp loss of my mother. This is why i now have CFS, and may partly be why i once might have had abandonment issues. No longer tho. Thats for damn sure. But, on top of my CFS, my sister heaped a stressful, traumatic situation. Then i came to this town and got felled by COVID, and more narcissistic abuse and i am like, OMG,
This is for Annie, who is not boring. I know she will love this song. Any of you heard of Squeeze? Just a lovely band. A lot like Nick Lowe but so much better. I will try to post an album below.
1. If you could instantly become an expert in something, what would it be?
* I am an expert at me. Also at "psychology", natural psychology, food, other stuff found herein. But to become an expert? A veteranarian. Other stuff.
2. If you could do anything in the world as your career, what would you do?
* physicist.
3. If you could be immortal, What age would you choose to stop aging at and why?
* 27 or 33.3333. Somewhere around there. Thats an age of possibility and multigenerational dating and fun.
4. If you could be any supernatural creature, what would you be and why?
* we are already more supernatural than we think. Maybe a shape shifting sort of thing, idk. How about a harpie?
5. If you had to teach a class on one thing, what would you teach?
* philos/metaphysics or sex, which are interchangeable in my mind.
They do it for the SPECIES. Its genetic. Same as men having to LOOK. (I havent made up my mind about the genetics of the toilet seat issue yet).
Purple haired lefties are the most anti objectification yet they paint themselves with tattoos, prouds to be ugly, proud to be slaves. Whatever, I dont care. Nevermind.
So this post is going to become my 2nd Townies post, TBC, so keep coming back 4 more. U til then, some may wish to audit this audacious harangue which is sooo on the mark in many places.