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the elimination of logical thinking

I ain't been right since that doctor in Boulder made me take that shot of homeopathic-whole-body solution in Boulder when I was twenty-four years old.
But beside that, I had a few thoughts in the shower after a great Saturday evening out
but the point is that
i learned somethings that made the
bad news (regarding my new job)
not so bad at all
....to ME, that is...
therefore

i trust
that that psychobabble sweetly spoken to and for me
from my friends (the ones who read too much but love me)
and the point they were trying
or had something to do with
my need for approval
my seeking approval from others who don't have it to give....
"We may look for approval from people who have none to give."
and i don't know why this little excerpt is making me
which i had known not to do this for so long
but also
I REALLY hope i can remember this and investigate it
on a regular basis
(of course, blogging it may actually help, HMMM! :))
but it may wash down the drain with the other epiphanies i enjoy
every time i take a nice, cleansing shower
for instance, just today some fleeting epiphanies were like, i should make a list, perhaps a spreadsheet, of every act i do all day and my time management skills would RULE; i should try to record my epiphanies on my digital voice recorder because it is hard to remember to write them down, hell, i am lazy; what is the point i am trying to make here?

regarding that passage which Joy had to remind me of after i got out of the shower with our burgers....

what if i can't or don't have the approval to give myself within myself?

take a shower?

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