What I need to do is to take some time off from meat. I have to stop filling my plate with huge piles of the stuff; I don’t want it.
I find conversations really hard work. I am shy, I am awkward and I am not the most comprehensible person when I speak.
It’s a common misconception that not washing hyper frequently makes a person smell, and it’s balls.
I cook alone, because I like to be in control of all of the processes. To be helped by someone would require far too much explanation of the minutiae of what I am looking for, for it to be of any practical benefit.
I most often want a variety of music, as if listening to radio without a presenter.
I have often taken the view that life is utterly meaningless, and I find that unshakeable.
Authenticity versus making a plate of food which gets your blood pumping. Yes, I am aiming for, and excited about, the latter; the problem is that my ego always wants me to go to the former.