20230603-2122. Welp, I’m missing our favorite podcaster who said in today’s live broadcast that he cares. I know. I keep sending “I love you” thoughts while he’s broadcasting. Huh.
But like I said, there is really nothing left or more to say. I can’t share more than whatever I’ve been posting on my blog and he is constrained to stick to “business as usual”. He knows NOT to share anything whatsoever. Sucks.
I can see that careers overrules families for him and another. And so it is. That’s the same with our favorite daily messenger: he too was constrained from speaking freely over the phone with me.
This is truly unfortunate for priestly warriors. And I understand too. I get it! I can’t stand it but that’s nice to know that we can connect, even if only briefly until the next cycle – forever. Sheesh.
As I mentioned, I instructed him and this goes for spiritual warriors that we should NOT be distracted or distracted from fulfilling the will of Our Heavenly Father. We should keep clean and stay pure. Bah!
And as such, all I could do is to chime-in like a courtesy “wellness check” and share my thoughts and opinions on various chat or news feeds.
Perhaps both men are more inclined towards verbal communications and more extroverted; whereas I’ve been used to typing indoors as an introvert for all my life.
I would have thrived better with my own tribe. But I was and am still being held hostage in the comfort and security of my home and nearby Sodom where I’m lived since 1976, with Gomorrah way down south of Commifornia.
If I were more aggressive and blessed with confidence and charisma, then I’d probably fair much better with others outside home and in-person. But for now all I could do is shit-post my crap-loads of circumstances online. Sucks.
End of blogging. 20230603-2132.
Hello Flynn, nice, and good luck!