I’ve tried some CBD gummies. A lot of mixed results. One time the euphoria was amazing.
Funny how it snuck up on me. One of the best things was the chronic pain wasn’t there, or I didn’t care.
Other times, I wasn’t sure if I was feeling something or I was just too tired to care and notice.
I need more of those little chewy escapes in my life. I noticed I don’t drunk text, so that’s a good thing. A good side effect.
Drunk texting always leads to regret and embarrassment. Always.
I can’t be friends with women anymore. Not in a deep friendship sense. I always ruin it. A self-destruct habit. “Me happens”.
It’s almost quitting time at work. It wasn’t a bad week, it was just “there”. Maybe that’s the problem. No excitement. Feeling sorry for myself and digging up my past glory days. Refer to my last blog “36”.
As I get older, I still want “something”. I’m not even sure what “it” is. Just something new…different.
Life is such a blandness. Such a routine.
I drive down the same roads, cycle the same quiet songs on Spotify. Playing it safe.
Tonight I will get numb, and hopefully hide my phone until morning. 😉