and tell myself what I really need and what my motives are, I get this. And then my brain feels really sheepish about it, like maybe it’s really lame and I’m incapable of mattering or doing things that matter. I think it’s just upset that it kept it hidden and in the shadows for so…
but instead, I’m writing, because I need to and I can’t find food until my brain spills it’s thoughts. Weirdness. I got to part three of The Nerdist Way and I need to talk now. The last few days I’ve been in a funk, not weird for me I guess, but I had several really…