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ADHD is awesome, mostly.

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Love my Artist Friends

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oh MAN, yes….
one thing, that’s “SO” true….

about my creative artist and crazy and CalArts friends…

such people…
NEVER

belittle you, mock you, tease you, or otherwise judge your or put you down, because of WHO YOU ARE, your tastes, interests, or ways of expressing yourself.

they (we) may do it over creAtive matters, but that’s entirely different. (person A likes this, person B likes that, and it’s all okay.)

such people NEVER do it in the juvenile, “jock” immature insecure ways that average people (ahem, mostly men) do. (sorry ladies, but I’m not as familiar with how women “tend” to do this.)

and this, friends…

is VERY nice, very nice indeed, nothing but wonderful.

this is the good way.

me happy.

 

#CalArtsLove

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into the moment, and moment music

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things that bring you into the moment, such as eve Pilates, not just yoga and such…

out of one’s head, perhaps.

after doing pilates, assuming I manage to get on with my day (often I don’t)

life seems real nice, for some reason.

and the thought of the day shall be—|

“Perhaps I am happy, already.”

there being no “there” there, indeed.

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if you don’t like/love yourself,

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if you don’t like/love yourself,
you won’t LET others like you (love as well) and
if they get to close, you’ll actively do things to PUSH them away, sabotage.

seems to be a “reflective” in and out type of situation.

so, like yourself. then you’ll allow others to.

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it’s pretty great being in a nice space where

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it’s pretty great, being in a place where you feel safe being UNself-conscious, UNjudged, like you BELONG.

slowly but surely, this place expands outward from where it first happens for you, to other places too,

even though the “people” in those “other places” may be by and large not that fun.

YOU are.

better than nothin.

and still-

it’s nice to be in the original place too.

‪#‎CalArts‬
‪#‎Burningmantoo‬

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to you face

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I knew a guy named ***, and a woman named ####, in undergrad.

both played trumpet (not at CalArts, before it.)

people, I think a bit disparagingly, called him “Cool ***” (he simply had one of those kinda charismatic NYC voices, that’s all, and he smiled a lot, that’s all,)
and the other, people called, Crackhead ####.

BOTH, behind their back, NEVER to their face.

I of course, didn’t see why either name would be offensive IN THE SLIGHTEST,

so I of course, called both of them these nicknames TO THEIR FACE,
MOST UN-self-consciously (and proud of it, thank you very much.)

It’s not that was socially inept, but I simply didn’t find those terms offensive, nor see any reason why they should be.

if the names had ACTUALLY hurt their feelings, (and if they had ACTUALLY, CLEARly communicated to me that they DID,)
I’d have of course not used them.

I tend to assume, when I talk to people DIRECTLY, that they mean what they say. (I usually do, myself.)

hell yeah.

(to this day, when someone has a nickname (usually something I cook up myself,) I ASK them, POINT FUCKING BLANK, do they mind if I use it, for I had pretty uncool nicknames when I was little. I won’t want to hurt their feelings if using the nickname would, but again, alas,
they need to be clear with me about their true feelings.”)