My last relationship was simultaneously the worst thing as well as most transformative to ever happen to me. I didn’t come out cleanly on the other side, but I absolutely came out a stronger and more aware person. I can safely say that in the eight years in which it lasted, the only honest statement she ever put forward was that she was diagnosed with borderline personality disorder twice, once as a teenager and once as an adult.

Anxiety is a dual-edge sword. On one hand it’s an incredibly useful tool to keep yourself out of dangerous situations. Being somewhere you really don’t need to be that could potentially lead to bad situations or harm should cause you anxiety. It’s the same sort of notion behind our ability to detect heat. It keeps our hands out of open flames. So too anxiety serves a purpose. Of course, this is just me justifying that I feel it in copious amounts. Somehow telling myself that it’s not a bad thing, it’s just a bad thing in excess, which is a problem I’ve been plagued with all my life.

It’s wild to me that a thirteen year old girl got knocked up two thousand years ago and the lie she told carries repercussions even today. Thanks to that little shithead we have morons screaming about homosexuality like it affects them personally. It’s absurd that in this day and age there’s still a culture war raging. The self-righteous side would gate-keep marriage from all but heterosexuals and diminish the voice of the gay community to but a whimper, should they win this war. The reality is that homosexuality predates religion, and certainly all current religions by a long shot. They know this. It’s in their bibles. But we aren’t describing a well-rounded or educated group, we’re describing fundamentalist sycophants eternally sucking up to their mute space ghost. A good number of these lunatics are convinced that Satan buried dinosaur bones to “confuse” humanity. They adhere vehemently to the “six thousand years” historical model, implying that space as we know it didn’t exist longer than six millennia.

I don’t know if you’ve been living under a rock or not for the last week or so. On the slight chance that may be the case, allow me to tell you that India’s wealthiest man is turning out to be just as much “call center scammer” as India’s poorest men. Pajeet done goofed. It’s a wild story to watch unfold, especially as this “Hindenburg Research” has viscerally ripped Adani a new asshole with an intense and damning report ranging from clear nepotism to blatant fraud. It’s a thing of glory, and I think HSBC and Goldman Sachs are reeling because these sorts of financial attacks could come for them next. Me, personally, I enjoy the bloodbath. I hope Hindenberg Research turns a pretty profit from shorting Adani companies. I hope the trend continues and the world of finance is rocked by these new types of hedge funds. They’re not necessarily new, per se, but this very public sort of attack is fairly new. Normally it’s some crackpot holding a sign that reads “The End is Near” and not a team of financial experts and researchers compiling a comprehensive dossier to release into the wild and wreak havoc.

You’ll be pressed to find a more degenerate group than “The Furry Fandom”. The degeneracy is storied. They’ve been kicked out of so many convention centers for incredibly stupid yet valid reasons. One notable account of furries being absolute degenerates involves a group of them jerking off into a bong and then using it. Disgusting. Then, another instance of furries that lead to them being banned from a hotel convention center revolved around a pizza involved in a similar bukkake situation that was subsequently left in the hotel hallway for staff and other customers to witness. Vomit. That, combined with the diaper fetish crossover, has ultimately narrowed how many locations furry conventions can be hosted at. They really are subhumans, in all honesty, and it makes me wonder why. I don’t want to blame autism, because I think people with autism would have more decency and self respect than these degenerates, though admittedly I’m pretty sure many furries either identify as or were diagnosed autistic. Furries do autism an enormous disservice.

First and foremost; If you’re here because you searched for “Gangstalking” and believe you’re being “gangstalked”, I encourage you to seek emergency mental help. Do it for yourself. Do it for your family. Get help, you’re not well.

It’s been a long time since I’ve read about gangstalking. It’s essentially the belief that an individual is being targeted by a covert campaign of spying and harassment for no apparent reason. If that’s not ridiculous enough, these people have entire communities they’ve put together where they do virtual dick-measuring about how targeted they are. It’s like a schizophrenic wankfest where they all show each other how crazy they are and, rather than come together to discern that they are in fact just insane, actually end up convincing each other that they’re even more targeted than they previously believed.

Happy Anniversary to my lovely soon-to-be-wife. I love you so much. You’re my favorite, my everything, my love. I’m lucky to have you, and I’m glad I get to be with you.

It feels like I’m criss-crossing the map these days. The travel is never ending. It’s eternal, it seems. I can’t avoid a minimum of an hour travel, and in most cases it seems like two and a half to four and a half are my ranges. It’s kind of annoying, if I’m being honest. It throws a wrench in my ability to exist in my life comfortably, because everything just stops due to my not being present in my own life.