A second-degree-removed 💗 flub. Some seminal thoughts, here: on dying.
As I had been a guy for the sociable scene this recent holiday week (July 4th, 20¹9); I felt a confidence about the air, of that love, of that cleanliness, and good old-fashioned romance might win many over, including myself, as I saw many couples. Then, (twice, I believe « on a släde couch jaunt », I interred a heart flutter. I say twice-(removed) because it was That being said, I'm fairly well-to-the-self as far as routine (getting back to it), and it was a good several to many hours spent in caring self-healing therapy; mainly of pressure-point massage. Some repressed memories came to mind, during several of many traumatic-crisis incidents that bubbled forth, upon my ⁴th of July weekend. That I am 37 years old, I felt it fairly iconic celebutante of me, (nearly) incurring a heart-attack. It made me realize several things. First of all, the attrition. Who wouldn't [given Scientology] be held at questioning and tribulation for justice? Is my objective reality differen...