Like everything we get inspired to do...we cycle through it to the next one that gets the juices rolling...hence no real hobby except being septic. :/

We got reinspired over this multiple thing, but since it's so have been a lifetime ordeal, the re-newness has started to wear off into everyday matter of fact again like always, no real biggy. Like no callousness meant...just the knowing of being screwed...make it work for you.
I'm a self regulated opportunist...only in the betterment of mankind at my sacrifice.

Can I say our system has so accepted this way of every day living? Sure we do some pretty interesting/crazy/weird/amazing/inspirational/adoring/stupidicular/spectacular/unearthly/divine/unbelievable/astounding/no waaaay/you didn't../embarrassing/heroic/evil/clever/out of this world/really?/etc...stuff.

But of course, this is our normal.

I'm not down playing it because may I say that we are "doomed" to live this way and we have accepted that?

Acceptance is the key to serenity. I learned that one in AA, but it's been a lifelong real that put it home.

It does suck that one has to accept such a prerequisite for this kind of life...but it's all I got. Whatever, I'll be the best version of a somewhat "normal" me!

Luv