Hi folks. I am in a better mood, but this seems temporary and mostly due to my ADHD medication. My routines are just completely off at the moment, but I am feeling more free though. Ah, it’s not April 2024 anymore and that just feels weird for some reason. Like what the hell happened? It’s 2026?! No, you’re just kidding yourself. I refuse to acknowledge 2026; I just refuse. I am still in 2016 and a little bit in 2024. Anyways, what do I want to write about? There’s so much and I don’t even know where to begin. Well, it’s the gluten intolerance thing: yes, I am gluten intolerant but I no longer feel that I have celiac disease, which is good I guess. Well, it’s like 2.20 p.m. over here and I am so late that it’s not even funny, but these things happen when you drag out time the way I do. I was supposed to get up at 6.30, but to no avail, to no avail. Am I using English correctly? I don’t care anymore anyways. I guess I am “missusing” the English language, but I don’t really care. Well, I guess I can say this about the past two years: I think I am starting to actually get the point of memes, especially political memes, and they’re pretty funny actually and I especially like the absurd part of them. Yes, there’s something deeply absurd about politics, and that also makes it funny. Take the social democrats proposal to defend Greenland against America; just absurd. Yes, they haven’t actually proposed this, but they seem to strongly imply this, and I am quite certain that they would not make these kinds of noises had they been in power. But politics isn’t about reality anyways, it’s about perception. Btw, strength is so overrated and often it’s not even about strength: like, what’s so strong about forcing others to fight your war? I don’t see it, and I think most politicians don’t see it either. I wonder if they have to create this false reality in which they are right? I guess they have to since reality doesn’t care about them, but they seem evermore incorrigible. Yes, I can't spell that last word in the previous sentence, but you get me and there’s a chance that my “spell checker”’ll pick it up. Yes, I just wrote \"spell checker\" and that in that way. LOL! No, I am bewildered and that’s a good thing I guess. I am not even writing this post in the way that I am supposed to write it, because I am now in a moment of internal disintegration and I am just trying to pick up each and every piece. Yes, I can spell to the word piece either. A lot of spelling comes down to feeling and almost muscle memory and for some reason I can’t spell piece, I think I got it half right in my last attempt? I don’t know and I don’t care. It’s just annoying that the time is like 3 p.m. in the afternoon and I am not doing what I’m supposed to do. I am also constantly switching between using I’m and I am, and I don’t know why? I can’t be consistent apparently. Well, I just started the timer, so here I go writing this blog post. Stress does something with me: it makes my entire body itch, which I don’t like because it just makes me so frustrated. Yes! I am frustrated because I am wasting away all my time and now I can’t play HOI4 anymore. Well, I’ll try but I don’t know what country to play as, because the AI is generally retarded, which isn’t that funny. I guess I can try to play as France, but without that stupid and weak Léon Blum government. I don’t mind Léon Blum, but the historical inaccuracy just makes me infuriated. I don’t much like PIerre Laval either, but that’s at least a change. Yes, I am speaking/writing when you’re likely out of context, but since I am just writing into an internet void and I am the only reader of this, it doesn’t matter. Yes, none of this matters, but that’s the thing; I am doing this for me. I am not writing for an audience, although I guess I do have an imaginary and value futuristic audience, but I am primarily writing for myself. Ah, I need to meditate, but guess what old chaps? I don’t think I have time for deep contemplation today. At any rate I had an annoying and always awkward phone conversation with the “Försäkringskassan” this week, and I managed to miss that call today. LOL! Well, I should probably change my phone message, now currently a stream of confusing ramblings. I can’t help that I don’t want to be practical, but I’ve been over this before: I am not practical and I can’t do much about this. At least I will and can say this: my stomach has been slightly better after having eaten some Indian food the other day, but I suspect all my consumption of fiber high density dried fruits hasn’t contributed to a more stable gut, something I slowly came to realize in my almost daze the other day when I was convinced that I had celiac disease, which I don’t believe anymore. Yes, hypochondriasis, or whatever it’s called, is very much real and when you’re having an “epdisode”, it feels very real. I dream of Jeanie with the light brown hair… Borne like a vapor on the summer air… Is a great tune and it’s stuck in my head. I prefer the olden times sometimes, and after all, can you get any older than the dead? I don’t think so, and that’s why this song is so just great. Well, it’s a fine melody as well. I can’t sing it very well, because it’s in olden times English, LOL, but I can still hum on it in my head, and especially when I’m drunk. I am not drunk very often, but I like that carelessness when I’m drunk: nothing matters and out of my way because I am going to sing on a tune from 1854, wheteher you like it or not. Here I am imagining that I am harassing a poor immigrant cab driver with my inability to sing. LOL! It’s not actually funny, but it’s a real scenario, but a scenario that I would put myself in, but doubtless many times I can imagine that this has transpired, especially in the evenings, and for some reason I’d like to imagine that women are more likely to act in this manner. Maybe that last part is because I have some very light experience dealing with drunk women. Well, I haven’t dealt with drunk women, but I’ve run into a couple of them, and they did all sing and they all believed that they could sing, yet none of them could actually sing. But that’s also a story, I guess, for another day. I wonder what it is that I am going to force myself to write about on Ethereal Insights? Well, today I will only write about some personal reflection that isn’t very profound, because I don’t have time for this. I am a man of many… That last sentence was cut off, because my keyboard just suddenly decided to give up, and this has happened quite a lot with this computer, which is annoying, but I’m not a computer expert and I can’t solve that problem. Ah, when will I be able to liberate myself? Well, probably in what some theoretical physicists and astronomers refer to as the “remote future”, that time, y’know, when the universe has existed for so long that I’ve had time to reappear again, which isn’t theoretically impossible at least. Well, so I guess I’ll see my own liberation is about 10 trillion years or something like that. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! What’s the difference anyways between 10 trillion years and infinity? Well, that’s a profound question and the difference is way larger than 10 trillion, I can tell you that much. Well, I am actually done with this post for now and it’s 2.53 p.m., making me late, but not that late. I’m out. Yes, I’m out. Signing out.
Reginald Drax – January 20, 2026.
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