All tread, no teeth.
Life.
The predictability sometimes can't diminish placid moments of novelty or cyclical delusions of grandeur and great importance. i'm really no better than anyone else. Comfortable for the moment.
This moment felt misused before musing.
i'm back on medication making me content, but cradling me in my consciousness.
My ease has set in heavy since everything around me subsided suddenly (work, school, play). Keeping in motion took so much momentum.
Stephen Fowler has been a strongly significant other. His family has been frightfully gracious. i try to reciprocate despite what he's come to mean has randomly developed like most blissful bits of life. i've driven him crazy and he kept me surviving sane.
Psychological dependencies still exist. Nice also to be able to communicate in idle chatter rather than spew yards of trendy talk or post-humanist/left wing/philosophical academic theoretical self-importance. Old friends, thanks for minding me.
In application, i've learned that familiarity and the illusion of change matter.
Also sex, money and upward mobility hold heavy attention but ARE mere conventions for those engaged. The optimism of developed language and living standards is locked into those ideas.
Politics are just the playplace for people with big pocket books. The placebo effect may be the secret to humanity. Then again, external scenarios DO have intrusive outcomes. Pain is not pretend. You can't always tell when someone's smiling through personal hell. Knowing meaning is typically impossible. Change is inevitable.
i do wish i could save the world but all that might be the greatest quest of humanity because it's against our nature and capacity.