With a side helping of traumatic brain injury.

Understandable running feels like torture at first, got to push through until it feels good.

It’s literally a metaphor for life, “when life gets hard, work harder! And then you see the amazing results of your torturous hard work and you feel absolutely amazing.”

That’s why running is so healthy. It purges & cleanses out all the bullshit and takes you to a higher level where you are healthy again.

Mind becomes clear, feels exactly like the sun coming out after a good heavy rain. Outlook optimistic. Tolerance of other people elevated. Everything elevated.

Because it only feels good once you’ve worked hard enough to get to the next level where you’re achieving the runners high. That is true health.

Conversely, feeling like you want to “choke people out” is pretty much the opposite of health.

If you think running is boring & pointless, you clearly haven’t pushed yourself hard & long enough to achieve the “runner’s high.” It is indescribable euphoric bliss & joy & mental clarity!! You would be shouting from the mountaintops you just scaled, shouting with joy for everyone in the world to come run with you because it feels so friggin amazing.

Therapy is expensive & ineffective & a waste of time. Running is free and amazingly therapeutic.

That’s informative & interesting, but there’s nothing bad about it at all.

LOL ya gotta cover all the cameras on your devices when you’re not using them.

If they promise zero interest, why do they end up charging interest?

You open source contributors are heroes 🙏🏼

We don’t have long warm fur growing from every hair follicle on our bodies.

I wonder if the above reverse scenario means that cat has to go shopping to buy clothes for human, or if human can still do that themselves?

Yum! I can haz strawberry cream cheese bay gulls?

BamBamBamBam

Mystery solved. The rhinoplasty was the reason MJ couldn’t stop grabbing his own crotch onstage.

After years of sexual frustration & disappointments, the pattern became a permanent set of learned helplessness, I went insane and learned life isn’t fair, and slowly spiralled into insular isolated rotting away.

Even now, three men keep texting me for booty calls but they’re too late. Loneliness is so deep now, nobody can pull me out. And booty calls are an insult to my dignity & long-term needs for meaningful human companionship.

That’s how I feel about Michael Jackson. Except he wasn’t a band. He was just 1 person who whispered like a shy little girl & flailed around onstage like a noodle and he kept grabbing his crotch and nobody asked him to grab his crotch. I’ve never understood people’s fanaticism.

Are you telling me if I live by the sea, these gulls I see are not seagulls?

So what was the outcome? Did you get all the diseases?

Now tell us all about catnip, in German.

That’s the brother of Frankincense.

Party on, dudes! And be excellent to each other.

Hey, let’s keep it baby-appropriate. I’d bring him the entire DVD box set collection of Baby Einstein videos but they’d reject my offering because DVD players & electricity didn’t exist back then, and they wouldn’t understand the concept of vegetating while staring at a flat surface on the wall for hours ignoring all your bodily needs & ignoring all your chores & obligations & family & all human interaction.