Day 170
"Reader! I don't like it! I mean the way he exposes himself, disgusting! And look at his wife . . did you see that? This bitch! This is by far more than a little bit of self-promotion. I simply can't watch that anymore. Well, it's really not my beer. Anyway . . . last week I met a friend. And I tell you, Reader, that was an event! She was wearing some of those big earrings . . and her hair was just many of those Rasta tails. Except, they were died in all colors a rainbow could possibly provide. And her cloths were, let's say, quite sparse . . revealing lots of skin. Well, I'm really not prude but that was too much! And then we got into politics and oh my Lord, she has some kind of naïve worldviews! But attitude, you have to acknowledge that! What attitude!! . . Ok, Reader. You know that kind of very casually sneeking in judge? The daily companion? Never without a commentary on whomever or whatever? And in its insisting way seemingly all-present when in reality it is just a little ancient and fearful voice asking Mama: what is freedom, can you show me? Is freedom being free of my own judgements for example? Just let go of that voice, Reader, you don't need it anymore . . . . . . just let it go . ."