Please Be Patient with Me—I'm Trying to Beat My Crazy
This has been a month I've not been able to channel properly. There are these things I feel excited about; I've made preparations and drafts left and right; I've collected and edited collages—
But the moment I sit down and touch my cards. Not only is it quiet... but the more I try to concentrate the more dizzying everything becomes. Somehow, I can tell something within me is expressing a painful aversion to doing anything spiritual. The piles of card lie neatly dormant for weeks.
My Soul seems to have a different priority for the time being.
I thought that and felt a bit sad. Until...
The time was right to do the first part of a series of PAC I had had in mind. And although I had not consciously chosen any pile for myself, as I was writing the passages for Pile 1, I realised they were describing exactly the state of being I was in. I am still pretty much in that, I guess.
I was always like "I'm happy for the k/p/op fans but also I Cannot relate; I have never in my life looked at gifs of a man and felt the need to lowkey thirst over that...?"
and then i got back into wrestling
#I get it now #I saw that ''El Desperado hand appreciation'' post and have been mentally appreciating his hands ever since #Also CM Punk #who knew I thought very sweaty men were hot #not me! #op#personal