Medusa got nothing on you

Hello


It had been a few days since I did a proper post, so I thought, why not on this late summer’s day do a post despite taking an epic amount of medication, my brain would not sleep. Whether this is strike action because I didn’t indulge in any brain-appealing work today, I don’t know. It could just be insomnia. I can’t wait to find out.

I had the pleasure of looking after Doti’s house today, I was there from 8 am to 9 pm. It was nice, Ben was keen to show me Forza with his steering wheel and pedals in action. Just needs to set up the stream deck with his shortcuts. We had a talk about stuff for a while. Life stuff that we never talk about. It was good. Wholesome fun. Followed by him giving me his Liberty County role-playing moves on putting an IV line in my arm and then stabilising my heart after being shot. You know what? if it makes him happy then I’m happy. The day passed pretty quickly, did a few things like dishes and stocking up on the basics. It’s my day off tomorrow and Monday so will try and be productive with housing applications since the housing officer I have seems to of forgotten about me.

The motel seems to of taken in a few scruffy stoners who are huffing on the nitrous in the corridor. For laughing gas, they don’t laugh much. Must be a saying.

Delusional behaviour. So I’m not sure if this is most people but every few minutes a random story plays out in my mind. So I’ll think of something like ‘This person is annoying” but then turns into a 3 season epic movie in my mind where I do x, y and z. I then, for lack of a better term, zoom out and I’m back to normal. Seconds have passed but minutes in my mind. It is messed up. Like the hallucinations. “I need to finish writing this down or I’ll for..” The book disappears, hand still in pen mode. Gone. Or there I am watching this dance of people in front of me and I stand up to dance and it all goes away. Like living dreams maybe.

That’s normal, right?

Short Story: about passion

I’ve been dancing since I was a little boy. I remember the first time I saw a tango couple perform, I was mesmerized. The way they moved together was so passionate and intense, and I knew that I had to learn how to do it.

I started taking tango lessons, and I quickly fell in love with the art form. I loved the way it made me feel. When I was tangoing, I felt like I was in a different world. I felt alive and connected to my partner.

As I got older, I started exploring other forms of dance, like waltz, foxtrot, and swing. But tango always remained my favorite. There’s just something about the way it combines passion, intensity, and sensuality that I find incredibly appealing.

Tango has become a passion for me. It’s more than just a hobby or a form of exercise. It’s a way of life. It’s my way of connecting with my body, my partner, and the world around me.

I’m so grateful that I found tango. It’s given me so much joy and fulfillment. It’s made me a stronger person, both physically and mentally. And it’s helped me to find my voice.

I know that there are some people who think that tango is only for couples. But I want to tell those people that they’re wrong. Tango is for everyone. It doesn’t matter if you’re male or female, young or old, tall or short. If you have a passion for tango, then you should go for it.