Default, Burn, Default, repeat
Hey All,
OK, so I'm back from Burning Man, oh did I mention next years' theme is Metropolis, and have resumed participation in the default world for 2 days.
FUCK! SHIT! FUCK! MOTHERFUCKER FUCKING FUCK WHORE ASS BITCH CUNT GUTTER SUCKING SNIPE ASS RAPING SLUM MONKEY! There, now I feel better. Re-entry this year has been hard. Had I been given the opportunity to sleep for 3 days and try it all over again, I would have (in a heartbeat).
So tonight was spent with one of my bestest girlfriends, reliving the playa, and attempting to make sense of re-entry and its associated weird behaviors. Did I ever mention that Burning Man takes you back to that root place? I liken it to writing a disk in RAW vs. MS-DOS, FAT16, FAT32 etc. No one except the simplest form gets it, and everything else makes it too complicated to the point it no longer makes sense. It is RAW, totally fucking primal, howl at the moon, do as you like RAW!
I'd love to regail with all the stories, self-realization, snapping points, etc bullshit et al, Amen. But at the end of the day, it is RAW! There was the sexual, the personal, the psychological, the physiological (I realized its not my body that makes me frumpy, its clothes! no, not the clothes, but clothes in general), the spiritual, the creative, the wanting, and the accepting and all that jazz. At the end of the day, I had to return to RAW....RAW, just me, just what I need, just what keeps me alive and makes me whole.
There's nothing like it....those 5-6 precious days when you can be, do, and act as you are (It took 3 to get the stick of my ass and quit putting on a Broadway Musical).
The dog and pony show of the Default World is a grind, and after a year of doing it (1 day of a break from it that upon re-entry made me all icky and regretful) full time, I think I've had enough...... Time to make that stock portfolio (proudly 47.11% less dividends return since inception) do what its supposed to and thrill, rather than worry, me. Time to take those years of suffering and misery in Wytucky and make them work for me. Time to travel and experience and live and love.....oh and not worry so much.
I've made the realization that the mundane need not worry me as much as it used to. Now granted I'll still work hard for things that I believe in (namely materials work), but I'm tired of creating the drama....no more wheel for me :)
Ahhhh, so much blather, so much blah, blah, blah......and maybe that's all it is, background noise....
Lotsa Love,
Jacob
OK, so I'm back from Burning Man, oh did I mention next years' theme is Metropolis, and have resumed participation in the default world for 2 days.
FUCK! SHIT! FUCK! MOTHERFUCKER FUCKING FUCK WHORE ASS BITCH CUNT GUTTER SUCKING SNIPE ASS RAPING SLUM MONKEY! There, now I feel better. Re-entry this year has been hard. Had I been given the opportunity to sleep for 3 days and try it all over again, I would have (in a heartbeat).
So tonight was spent with one of my bestest girlfriends, reliving the playa, and attempting to make sense of re-entry and its associated weird behaviors. Did I ever mention that Burning Man takes you back to that root place? I liken it to writing a disk in RAW vs. MS-DOS, FAT16, FAT32 etc. No one except the simplest form gets it, and everything else makes it too complicated to the point it no longer makes sense. It is RAW, totally fucking primal, howl at the moon, do as you like RAW!
I'd love to regail with all the stories, self-realization, snapping points, etc bullshit et al, Amen. But at the end of the day, it is RAW! There was the sexual, the personal, the psychological, the physiological (I realized its not my body that makes me frumpy, its clothes! no, not the clothes, but clothes in general), the spiritual, the creative, the wanting, and the accepting and all that jazz. At the end of the day, I had to return to RAW....RAW, just me, just what I need, just what keeps me alive and makes me whole.
There's nothing like it....those 5-6 precious days when you can be, do, and act as you are (It took 3 to get the stick of my ass and quit putting on a Broadway Musical).
The dog and pony show of the Default World is a grind, and after a year of doing it (1 day of a break from it that upon re-entry made me all icky and regretful) full time, I think I've had enough...... Time to make that stock portfolio (proudly 47.11% less dividends return since inception) do what its supposed to and thrill, rather than worry, me. Time to take those years of suffering and misery in Wytucky and make them work for me. Time to travel and experience and live and love.....oh and not worry so much.
I've made the realization that the mundane need not worry me as much as it used to. Now granted I'll still work hard for things that I believe in (namely materials work), but I'm tired of creating the drama....no more wheel for me :)
Ahhhh, so much blather, so much blah, blah, blah......and maybe that's all it is, background noise....
Lotsa Love,
Jacob