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After a very hospitable week in Hawaii, I arrived to the very inhospitable San Francisco, city of clenched jowls, paranoid schizophrenics. I was offered sex within 2 minutes stepping off the bus in SoMa. Must have been a hustler. Or do I look hotter with my tan? Hawaii was a good break to step back and reassess. I came to a few conclusions, which I better make note of before the rush of daily life blows them away.
1. Life in the central city is too hectic. I need to move to a quieter place where I can rest and think straight.
2. I am not interested in hookups. When the guy on the street propositioned me just now, I imagined the two of us getting naked and fucking, and thought to myself that it seems very cold and not life-affirming. What is life- affirming is love.
3. I need to get my finances under control. Feels like I am slowly sinking with high spending. High rent, lavish vacations, eating out all the time. I need to really reign these in.