Ad te clamamus, exsules filii Hevae

Please be human with me

I really don't want to go to this class

There's a philosophical exercise from Olavo de Carvalho he called obituary. You're supposed to sit down with pen and paper, Imagine you have just died, you lived your whole life, a good life, you were good, and now you're dead. You're now a very close friend who knew everything about you, and this friend is writting your obituary. In as much detail as possible, really takingyour time there, you have to write everything you did and how you were as a person. You do this to reflect upon the way you're living your life right now so your reflections help you start living in a way that will make you more tranquil in your deathbed. I've wanted to do it for the longest time but I keep avoiding it mainly because I don't know if I'll be able to find ballance in between under and overestimating my own abilities.

I want to be in love

Yesterday I barely worked (there wasn'y much to do anyway) and spent the rest of the day entretaining the kids from the rest of the staff. One toddlergirl hugged me multiple times, I love her. We played lots of tag and I also slid some toddlers around on the slippery floor and that was their favorite.

When I become empress supreme I'll make it illegal for pretty men to have facial hair. Leave it for those who need it.

Then we have the select group of mutuals who GET MY VISION: I love you to death

I always imagine my followers and mutuals who only interect with some select few posts reading the rest of the nonsense I write sighing out loud and asking themselves what is wrong with me.

If you want an idea of how weird it is to be me, one time last year, out of the blue, a guy came to introduce himself to me and tell me about how he remembered me from high school and he thought I was so cool and smart etc etc. So, flirting? Nope. A few weeks later I run into his dad who asks me if I'm Agnes, tell me his son doesn't shut up about how cool and smart I am. In case you didn't understand: he considers me a celebrity. For God knows what, but that was it, he was treating me like a local celebrity.

We should try it out a bit of gender segregation. We make it illegal for men to go into a specific sector of town. Occasionally, on pre-determined dates, we all leave to the co-ed zone so they come do all the annoying maintenence we don't want to do.

"Fortune favors the bold" is my favorite proverb. There's "luck", if you want to call it luck, but luck not only has to find you ready, but it's easier to run into the more audacious you are.