Careful what you wish for has always been the warning. Knowing what to wish for is as difficult as they come. Still Facebook let’s me open up in a way no other has and so I keep wasting time writing these stupid comments. The. I put them here. My friend wanted to remind us all to never give up and pray for God’s mercy. Immediately I grew angry and pissed off and offended.
The feelings were curious so I began to type, as typing makes things I am thinking have a more pointed direction. Like another part of my brain is accessed almost like an antennae, those old FM antenna that you wiggle around to get a good signal, well typing on electronic devices magnifies different signals I suppose. But all laced with my most inner feelings. The scariest part about writing anything is that a reader may not be able to distinguish who I really think I am and we live in a dreadful.world.thay doesn’t understand telekinesis or that a misfiring human brain can act as a homing beacon for transmissions. The fact they label people as schizophrenics is concerning as the society wishes to just limit human ability to be basic while evolution has different ideas. When a person is told they are crazy that taints any ability to divine the truth because it influences the outcome of the person being conflicted.
To write imaginary fairy tales of a world where I can put myself in the shoes of any character is different than believing I am those characters. While much of what I do in the mundane world of ordinary existence cannot be linked to happenings in the world by any sane person or top scientist, there exists this imaginary world of make-believe. It really is just coincidence when my writings and actions happen to illicit changes in the world on a supernatural scale and I understand that. Most people cannot overcome ego and as soon as a correlation is found their ego takes over. I’m quite the opposite. I try to live as though everything is fictional and if I can act in a way that may help the fictional world I have created as well as benefit me in the natural physical world I do it.
As long as it is entertaining it shouldn’t be an issue. The odd coincidence the world stopped when I stopped made me very upset and I still don’t have the answers as to what is to come but the blatant lies of the news are so thick it gets frustrating. Sometimes I just want to delve into my electronic journal or even more so the handwritten ones and pretend to have all these supernatural friends and what we would do if we did have those powers because it is a great relief for not having any actual control over the injustices of the world. To pretend that I do gives me hope that a solution can be found and utilizing my time and energy to make things happen is where it does cost me. Yet all of that is over and I managed to figure a buncha stuff out and managed to forget it again.
I can’t imagine a world where I don’t survive. It seems as though being the last survivor is a mental trip I also often think about. I’m sure the one entity that does have the supernatural ability to make things right will do so, and it may be my fantasy that he does so for the sake of me and simply because I begged.
I am only one girl. I have a brilliant mind.
The food I eat changes the way I think and how I feel, so not eating makes me emotionally stronger. Fasting is a huge aspect of proper mental health and nobody does it anymore. Our society frowns on anyone who thinks there is any sort of community bove the one we know and see and that makes me sad.
But what was the inappropriate wish? I guess this post never published in the time it was written, looking back on it now after seeing Matrix Ressurections the entire idea seems well, less silly.
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