Freedom is Just Another Word for ...

I can finally taste the freedom, dreaming of it for so long. I still think of the things that coursed through my head as part of the cubicle life, stop it, think of something else. You really do get conditioned into self stressing yourself in that environment. I can’t believe he did not want to listen, I can’t believe I said that, I can’t believe I didn’t say this. Holy shit, stop it.

This week the goal is simple, clear my head, by filling it with lots of other things, and to not wear shoes, except running shoes. Leaving was kinda fun, I hated all the attention and being in the center, but I enjoyed the break from routine. Routine is death, it’s a punch in the arm in the exact same spot a hundred million times. At some point you would rather be shot in the foot, then take one more hit on the arm.

I am going to the library to get a library card, and hopefully that book on Nietzsche…