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  <title>Nostr notes by dendrobatestinctorius</title>
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      <title type="html">What am I even doing I was supposed to do an open mic tonight but ...</title>
    
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      What am I even doing&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I was supposed to do an open mic tonight but got paranoid about the smell of burning rubber that keeps coming from my car when I drive it for more than five minutes. I kept picturing breaking down on one of those massively tall flyovers. If that actually happened I probably wouldn&amp;#39;t even be able to get out of the car, I would probably die of fright like a rabbit, just tachycardia until my heart explodes in my little prey animal chest. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I think I am too paralyzed by fear but my fears come from somewhere. Whether their origin is legitimate or not I don&amp;#39;t know. Ever since I got sober I oscillate between devil-may-care cavalier funtime and very paranoid and neurotic ball of tightly tangled yarn. I have to talk myself into being in the in-between. I have to convince myself it is the best course of action--my natural state is in the extremes.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I am terrified of being stuck indoors again. I need to take the rail into town or something tomorrow and buy a cheap shitty coffee for six dollars and politely decline to give money to homeless people or something. I need to go to the botanical garden that&amp;#39;s like 30 minutes away and look at some plants and snails and what have you. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;All these things I need to do, and I don&amp;#39;t do, daily i don&amp;#39;t do them and I neglect myself and my progress and it won&amp;#39;t be good if I continue this pattern.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I have ghosted my AA people for the last time I think. They are too evangelical, there are too many rules and traditions, too much weird jargon and indecipherable shorthand that I never bothered learning. They claim they are not religious but stress believing in spiritual things and adhering to the doctrine of a holy book. I never had a burning bush moment and I don&amp;#39;t think I ever will. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;However I do feel more connected to the people around me and less othered by the past. I no longer feel exceptionally persecuted, damaged, and wronged. I&amp;#39;m fucked up in the same way every fucked up person is. I&amp;#39;m grateful that I&amp;#39;m nothing special.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It is 2 AM now. I guess I can wait and see what 3 AM has in store for me or I can take some melatonin and lay down while some youtuber with a british accent drones me to sleep talking about diogenes or quantum computing or something. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Oh, and hello and I am glad to be here. I&amp;#39;m such a slut for new and exciting social media.
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    <updated>2025-02-13T08:07:43Z</updated>
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