This just hit really hard when I woke up from my nap this evening (Didn't really sleep today, this elitism/ social climbing/ staying safe like a loser, emotional constipation, inauthentic shit has really been bothering me...)

  I'm a little familiar with this guy's story but not super familiar...  I've been able to do a lot of one shot - one kill, short exhortations for adult males who are getting stuck repeatedly on like these one or two things... I've just had a lot of dudes who fall into similar potholes in my life and I've had a front row seat for it all. So, I've kinda gotten a feel for the mechanics of situations...

  I feel like dudes become adult men and when they get there they build their whole life at the cross roads of 'the shoulds'. They don't know what they "should" do. They also seem to feel like they've never achieved "the thing", whatever "the thing" is, but they don't wanna talk about not achieving "the thing", though they elude to how unsatisfied or loser- feeling that leaves them all the time. I'm tired; My language barrier to languages I'm fluent in barrier struggle is real AF today... Anywsy, for the dudes,  a lot of other things get stuck in this one cross road issue to which a pretty good Goof-Off type solvent which can work decently to a reasonable extent for this and a lot of other barriers, I think, is to just frickin ambulate. 

  

  Move around that shit. See other things. Try other things. And a lot of times they'll only really be able to get themselves unstuck if you just pick a fight with them and let them spin their frickin tires at you until they get into a rocking motion and realize, yo, this one motion in this one spot I've been in is just digging the hole I'm in deeper and eventually this is just where they're gonna bury me and that'll be the story of me, and I'm not good with that. So, let's try rocking this boat a little more now that I've figured out that I can actually do that, and see where that takes me...

  Then it's like, and this is funny, it's like once they dial in calculated risks and settle into that shit, this is when The Lord of Hosts Knocks on the door and He's like, "Yo. What's up. ...Uh, do you roll?" *blinky-blinky-pindrop* "You do now, son!"

  I'm not gonna worry about it too much. In the end, I provided the fiction for the traction I was supposed to provide. Could I do better. Frickin, of course; I'm a crash test dummy. But I'll always find projects and ambulate.  It's what it's all about... I think... or a lot of the meaning/ purpose thing hinges on that and related stuff. ...I don't know that I've been able to prove yet that a door-dashed large Dunkin iced coffee is a suitable substitution for sleep. But I can try at least.