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I'm talking to a few men on the phone regularly, just for the sake of it. I imagine that I own a telephone club, telling stories to total strangers. And plus, everything is for free. I get to play the fantasy girl—ageless, whatever their type of girl is, funny but not vulgar, innocent but not tedious. A customized radio, solely for the you whom I do not know.

I am thinking of buying a mug with Candace Owens on it. The left calls her crazy, but what is crazy is the world, not her. I feel like she's just trying to process what's in front of her while making a couple of mistakes. But the media seems to be full of shit, no longer even embarrassed to lie, so why leave it up to the individual to tell the truth? We are all cowards, not able to face reality.

I am going to wear a Tim Walz T-shirt (yes, I do have one) and drink a cup of tea from a mug with a picture of Candace Owens. See here, I am a walking contradiction, wearing everything I've found on this planet earth—a shell, a stone, a stick, a Tim Walz, and a Candace Owens. Can you believe the diversity?

"Oh, diversity is a myth that the woke brought into politics." What the hell are you talking about? Why are people so afraid of diversity? Because they cannot comprehend the language of nature?

"You are either female or male!" Why are they so angry? I do not understand. Why are they so scared of difference? Of seeing reality as it is? As for COVID, some people still seem to think that it was the government's fault, but what if it wasn't? What if it were a warning to us from God? That if we do not change the way we live, paying more attention to what surrounds us, we are doomed to fail? What we give, we receive, and we cannot only benefit from globalization. We share the fate of everyone.

Today while I was working, I tried something different. I explained everything without giving the answer. I tried to show him the way I think when reaching the answer. And with passion. "See, listen to me, see the path I am cultivating, and then inevitably you will reach the correct answer." And then he did! He reached the answer. Tilling the soil for others, willfully being the slave. Let's have fun while we can—that is the motto of my year.

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