I typed this out three times before it finally stopped autocorrecting to jumping. I guess humping isn’t in my preferred vocabulary and well that’s a little sad.

I just finished a quiet morning routine of nothingness. I make my coffee and do nothing for 30 minutes.

I do nothing.

I don’t listen to any music, I don’t look at my phone or watch tv I sit still for half an hour. Not completely still I can drink coffee and look around the room but I don’t engage in any distractions during that time. Obviously if I have to use the bathroom I will it’s not a staring at the wall contest.

I just sit still.

It’s a good prelude if you’re trying to get into meditation but can’t focus. Highly recommend this it’s good to unscramble your thoughts. It’s also much more difficult than you think. We are all programmed for stimulation and dopamine. This ain’t it. I’d recommend doing it before getting on the medias. Set your own tone and intentions before someone else does.

Anyone else try to find random people they used to know in their old lives on social media? Sometimes I’ll get in a mode and think “I wonder if I can find Travis who used to bag groceries with me at Bilo when I was 18” or your old boss that fired you that you always thought was an asshat? If I popped up in people you may know and we haven’t chatted in over 30 years that’s not some mystical fate I just got bored and found your ass after 20 minutes of focus and boredom. If you’re reading this then 👋🏼.

I’ve met all three of my new neighbors and they all seem relatively normal and easy going. Hopefully it will remain that way I have a little history of not getting along with my neighbors. Usually something like this points to a “it’s me and not them” issue but I must admit I’ve done nothing to cause these issues unless I’ve been provoked.

My last neighbor was a raging racist asshat who randomly started screaming at me one January afternoon

The one before that kept to themselves except for they built a 9 foot privacy fence all around their “compound”. I think dad was growing something he wasn’t supposed to. Dad went away after a while.

My neighbor before that at the lofts at Mills mill used to stomp on the floor (I lived below him) if the tv was too loud. I had to go upstairs and encourage him to keep his feet lighter on the floor.

My neighbor at my old house in Overbrook kept his dogs chained in the backyard and all they did was bark and shit in one giant pile of excrement. That went about as well as you could expect.

A neighbor at Huntington downs would purposely let his dog bark at our door to agitate us.

Work neighbors? Well my associate at the local Jamaican restaurant still won’t look at me.

Sakura and I fought over the dumpsters and I had to have a few convos with my taco neighbors too.

Hell I remember my parents and the neighbors across the street screaming at each other in Belle Meade. Belle was wild man.

All this does is certify the fact that I’m meant to live on a large island with no neighbors. I need my reality to catch up.

It’s fate.

I’m really not that hard of a person to get along with.

I didn’t watch the state of the union address. I’m watching birds eat seeds on YouTube. Movies and tv shows have lost their charm/effect on me.

In my mind I’m standing in a little bookstore in Crested Butte with my coffee. Grabbing a book to take up to the gulch to listen to frogs chirp and watch the elks snack. The off-road at the Gulch reminds me of old nc 105 except it’s in Colorado not North Carolina. Long gravel roads with remote camping areas. I wonder how charcuterie would do out there.. Leaving Butte to head out east is one of the best drives in Colorado.

If I were wearing my headphones Rocky Mountain High would be singing in my ears. I’m surprised there aren’t any John Denver conspiracies out there. If he’d died recently everyone would be saying he was working on a documentary about missing kids. Listen, I know there’s some crazy shit going on out there I’m knee deep in the deep state theories

But

Sometimes celebrities just die in shitty circumstances. Not all of them are knocked off. It’s not always that deep but then again maybe it is.

This is definitely one of those journal entries that was written for exercise. No creativity was involved in this one.