Bad Poetry

More breaking news--The sunrise and the morning air are unbelievably gorgeous. I can see why people are moved to write bad poetry. In the past, people have tried to get me to enjoy things like the sunrise and flowers, but I thought that was way too trite and hippie-ish. I was much too impatient and worried about all the stuff that I wasn't getting done. I couldn't enjoy those other things if I tried. And I did try. It just didn't work.

I've been sickish for over 2 weeks and I've enjoyed every minute. I didn't do anything other than study day trading and watch Glambert videos. No practice, no volunteer work, no phone calls, no social obligations. It's really wonderful to be a recluse.

My mom's been giving me gentle chores to get me in the fresh air. Yesterday she told me to go pick the blueberries off the bush.

I love my mom :-)

Who knew life could be really enjoyable?

I mean, I did appreciate life version 1.0 and especially in Idaho and then in the SF Bay Area.

But, well, money and possessions don't buy you happiness. In fact, all that excess is an extreme pain in the ass.

Maybe I should start a stress junkie rehab camp where people can learn that their self-worth is not based on how much they accomplish or what they do or what they have. They can learn that they are worthy simply because they are a living, breathing being. They'll all come here and just do nothing.