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Me skills with nuances are often limited to being just aware enough of their existence to know that I’m probably missing them. Bloody nuances.
If I didn’t know better, I’d say the landscape was trying to have some soft hot sex with me eyes, it’s that seductive.
I think my instinctive rejection of judgment comes from meeting too many people who say on the one hand that their chosen deity shall judge us all but then they judge me anyway, rather than leaving it up to the deity they profess to believe in and trust. That’s using religion to cudgel people into conformity, and it grinds my gears.
The danger of growing old is growing comfortable and complacent at the same time. We should seek out the new and strange and applaud it and throw wild fecking parties whenever it walks into our lives. We should be building roads in and out of our own wee heads rather than erecting walls around them.
