Dying to Love

Yep! I don’t give a fuck about anything except MySELF. I have decided that is what is best for Me. To smile & BE as self-absorbed as humanly possible. I have found IT is better to BE overly self-absorbed than to BE “normally” self-absorbed (or even “regularly” self-absorbed).

The concept isn’t about self-absorption as much as IT is about the concepts of “over” versus “regular.”

First of all, I prefer “over” versus “regular.”

“Over” to Me resonates with the concept of abundant food!

For example, the following sentence is a visionary statement. “An abundant Thanksgiving cornucopia of Irritable Bowel Syndrome-smelling feces awaits You in the bathroom after your meal.”

This brings to mind visions of “over the top” that look like Campbell’s vegetable soup but courtesy of no canned soup, simply the presence of Thanksgiving feces.

Ahhh, I say ✨✨✨WooSahhh✨✨✨

Back to not embracing mostly everything labeled as “normal.”

The entire concept of “normal” goes against My DNA. Why? Because I’m North Korean.

The Korean folks Stalin tried to kill were My ancestors.

It was not normal for them Korean people (that Stalin attempted to annihilate) to not die.

How were the Koreans able to survive the Russian tundra?

Let alone be successful out there at growing “tundra rice?”

I once watched a documentary that celebrated how the Koreans managed to survive on the tundra.

It showed how they lived underground in holes.

They dug them ten feet deep. It kept them warm enough to neither lose body parts nor freeze to death.

The rice growing? Koreans grew rice on the tundra?

Yep!

This is how they were able to eat. By their own work. This is also what Stalin FORCED them to do. Yep! He forced the North Koreans to grow rice for his people, too. This is how the Koreans were able to eat. IT wasn’t the Russian government feeding the Koreans.

IT was the other way around!

That is, the Koreans were keeping Stalin’s people alive also.

My Mother’s ancestors were those Korean people.

These folks weren’t normal. If they had “normal” rice-growing skills, the Koreans would have perished right into them holes.

I’m happy to be a human with no history of “normal.”Normal doesn’t need to be related to Me at all ever again.

If I had set My Goals to “normal,” I’d have never achieved anything in My Own Psyche. Thus, I’d only be setting MySelf up for certain failure & an earlier death. This is why I don’t endorse “normal” anything. Ever.

Be spectacular.

Be superficial.

Be a super freak.

Whatever You decide to BE, it’s Your Choice.

Just don’t settle for any other person’s opinions of You. Ever.

Most of all, don’t own someone else’s lack of kindness. If someone is unkind to You, it’s cause they really wanna unload on themselves. Don’t own that by reacting like a human with feelings of any type.

Why?

Because when people or horses are hurt, they will lash out at You. You will see this happen in any herd of horses. If one of them Horses gets slighted, they’ll find another horse to unload on! Ponies don’t take shit. Neither do horses. Especially them Mares.

Mares are the best. IT would behoove the Universe to be kind to Me. Otherwise, I will have to unleash some organized nastiness and chaos to hurt some brains like the way mine is hurting. It hurts like a motherfucker. The constant & endless chatter of My quiet words-redirecting My Wanting Heart! The Effort of My Own Words, tirelessly redirecting MySelf from any urges for unlawful behavior back to Me in My Present WooSahhh State of Mind is success enough in this lifetime for Me.

That is all.

Carry on!