From the River to the Sea, Palestine will be free.
Here is a link to a few gofundme campaigns to help support families trying to leave Gaza:
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1vtMLLOzuc6GpkFySyVtKQOY2j-Vvg0UsChMCFst_WLA/edit
You can copy and paste it in your browser and don’t worry, it just opens a Google document, Google sheets to be exact.
I’m updating this blog from my phone so I’m having a hard time formatting that link to make it a hyperlink but I’ll do that when I get on a computer.
So where do I begin? What’s the update?
My therapist would be glad to know that I’m spending time with people, friends, friends of friends, having dinners and all gathering abound the world peace providing light of Pokémon GO.
I’ve had “breakthrough psychosis” about my ex but I’ve been handling it as best as I can, really just writing it down and making a list of the songs that remind me of her. These songs aren’t bad necessarily but I do wish I’d be able to think of someone else, ya’know?
What I wish for even more is that we could just talk again. I don’t think that’s unreasonable but it feels as if there’s just no give on her end.
Doesn’t matter how much I dream about her.
Probably wouldn’t matter if I tried to get in touch with her.
“No means no” I suppose.
And of course, I don’t want to get arrested by the Norwegian authorities again, no thanks.
I saw this before I started writing this blog:
It says:
“To make someone forget another person is impossible. Someone can forget an event, someone can forget an item, but no one can forget someone else.”
I can’t read the name but I could probably google it.
Anyway I think about this, and remember her, and also I realize I’ve probably cursed her to remember me for the rest of our existence as well.
I’d prefer it to be good memories, without having an idea of what turned our relationship sour to begin with. But now I suppose the only “good” thing about me is that I leave her alone, from her perspective anyway.
Still, I’m stuck loving white women, and thinking since Norway didn’t work, I should try my hand at Sweden. Half joking.
I think a bigger thing about this is that I’ve come to this odd realization that I find myself being attracted to pretty much incompatible women.
Like yeah I’m a horn dog, no doubt about that, but I think I can like, settle down with just about anybody.
It’s utopian if anything, but not realistic, I suppose.
Still, that’s the dream I’m chasing.
Why not be with whom your heart desires?
Should I be forced to date within my race just because society tells me I’ll be happier?
Would I really know peace? Or would I run away from that person in other ways? Infidelity, really.
And there’s nothing wrong with black women.
But I honestly feel like the nerdy, sexy, geek and nymphomaniac, strong woman in the streets freak in the sheets Nubian Goddess is just a product of my over active imagination combined with my parasocial relationships with online female personalities, lightly spiced with a pornography addiction.
If it’s possible, excellent, but if I’m being real, I think I’ll just keep on wandering, and searching for new love.
Anyway.
My video game backlog keeps getting bigger and bigger as well, but it’s just, I gotta get through this schooling phase. Then I can play as many games and make as much art as I want.
That’s what I’ve been telling myself anyway.
Later Gators!