Last week I saw the movie, Logan, which included one of my favorite Johnny Cash songs, When the Man Comes Around.
Last week "The Man", i.e. me, ran around the Chiang Mai moat.
While running I listened to the Ted Radio Hour podcast episode Open Source. The episode reenforced my belief that in the future we'll all be politicians.
Jobs are disappearing, a basic income will be passed, and more people will spend their time contributing to open source projects and politics.
People will vote directly for everything from funding schools to declaring war.
The most powerful in society will therefore be the ones who are the most convincing.
Open source represents the next generation of capitalism and democracy.
Last week I also came around to my senses by completely cutting off ties with Ms. Harassment.
This will be the last time I mention her because I don't want to encourage her bad behavior with my attention.
I should have ended things A LOT SOONER, like after that time she ditched me for T-Pain and his posse (true story).
One of the lessons I take from all this is to beware b*tches with no hobbies.
When she isn't working, she spends all her waking hours attacking me on social media because she apparently has nothing better to do with her life.
Another lesson is to beware females who say "I love you" when you're not even in a relationship. Clinger Alert!!
I had my earplugs in when she said it, so I pretended not to hear it. I should have ran then!
Just today I woke up to at least 30 comments and messages from her under multiple fake social media accounts. She thinks harassing and insulting me will somehow get me to be her friend again!
She also thinks her insults hurt me. My cousin believes I secretly like it. The truth is I'm baffled by it.
Anyway after cutting her off, I felt a wave of relief!
I don't even waste my time anymore reading her delusional comments or taking them down (so I welcome you to check them out on Instagram, Facebook, Live to Challenge, YouTube, Medium, etc... and while you're there follow me!).
One of my hopes in life is that more people attack me because it'll mean I stand for something. For example, the Dalai Lama gets attacked way more than the average joe and he's the f*cking Dalai Lama!
Speaking of getting attacked, while walking out of my apartment yesterday morning, I saw a gentleman dressed in military-regalia drunkenly stumbling about.
As I was walking around him he reached out his hand.
I went to shake it, but then he placed his hand on my stomach and began caressing.
I thought, “This is weird.”
He kept repeating a phrase, which I interpreted to mean, “so skinny, so skinny.”