I feel like I passed a stage in life.

When I came to Thailand, I didn’t allow myself a lot of things.

Going to the restaurant, talking to pretty girls I randomly meet, appropriating a culture, changing job…

Now I realize more than no-one cares. We have primal instincts, primal urges, and there’s nothing good in life that can be attained by ignoring these.

I am like this. Fuck it. I am made to sleep in the day. I am made to work on my own projects. I am made to be a little romantic but also sleeping around. There’s no shame in that. I already knew who I was, but I didn’t allow myself to live it. I’m a greedy motherfucker. I am going to reach prescience my way.

Fuck these apps, fuck these big companies. Fuck being shy at the core; life’s too short.

I do drugs, yeah, I always felt the need to take them since I was a kid. I am fascinated by them.

I’ll restrain myself to not end up full schizo… But I’ll still explore them without guilt.

Guilt is always present everywhere in my life. But less and less. Thailand is the country with no guilt.

The tourists are assholes but they don’t care.

The girls are hoes but no-one cares (well, prostitutes are not really seen well)

But it was like this a long time ago. Everyone is like this, but culture shows it differently.

Here, there is no guilt. You can be anything, do anything, it’s cool.

If I have no penalty for being fully myself, then I’ll just be myself.

If I’m myself long enough, then I won’t feel the temptation of being someone else again.

So you know, I don’t even need to reach prescience anymore. I’ll follow him, but I’ll go my own way. AGTOW (anteprescience go their own way).

I’ll live of crypto and a shady Wyoming LLC.

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