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While talking with friends I come to a realization about society. It's such an important and groundbreaking realization that I start teaching classes on it. I call it the Master Mind Theory. I explain to the class there are two types of people in this world, type A: the forgetful and clumsy ones, and type B: the intelligent and precise ones. Everyone is identified by the length of an invisible cloak. Type A persons wear cloaks that are too long and drag to the ground causing much stress in their lives. Type B persons wear cloaks that don't drag on the ground and there is no stress in their lives. It may seem like a strange epiphany to have, one that doesn't make much sense in waking life, but here in my dream world it's a very exciting and real epiphany.
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Waking up around noon.
Honey Crunch n Oats with Vanilla Almond Milk.
General cleaning.
Watermelon.
Taking my bike back to the Freewheelin Bike Shop. I just needed to get the arms that hold the front wheel filed down so the wheel can fit securely.
Scrambled Eggs. Sesame Bagel with Vegan Cream Cheese. Salsa Tortilla Chips with Avocado. Honey Green Tea.
At the Rec Center shooting around and working out. Ana's here too. I attempt to do some core exercises with her on the floor mats. She still has this thing where she doesn't like to be told what to do, or rather she prefers working out alone.
Back home. We hop on bikes and ride out to this secret spot I discovered a couple nights ago, an asphalt trail that connects from the bridge over the marsh by Laskin Road.
Even though I tweaked Kevin's bike to make her ride more comfortable she still doesn’t feel completely safe on a bike – she's just not experienced, evident in the careful way she mounts up on the bike and how slow she goes. And then of course the lack of sidewalks on Laskin and the busy night traffic doesn't help. I can tell she's disappointed that she can't amount up to my expectations. But I understand. I try my best to encourage and not be too pushy. After we get back home she breaks down in the kitchen, crying a little bit because she realizes how many things she can't have the courage to do around me. I hand her some tissue paper and tell her it's alright. "I love you just the way you are."
Making dinner for Ana, Ken, and myself: Lentils, Quinoa, and Mixed Vegetables with Herb Yeast Rolls.
It's Movie Monday. We finally bring closure to Lars Von Trier's Nymphomaniac and watch Vol. II. It's been a month or two since we saw Vol. I. As we sit through the deeply layered 2-hour film you can literally feel yourself being sexually desensitized. But really this movie could've been about any addiction other than sex (like food, sports, swimming, etc.) and it still would've had the same lesson and theme. Taken from a review I read online: "We learn that 'misunderstanding' is at the root of all of our problems in life. Nymphomaniac, both volumes, as uneven as they are, especially when taken together, is not so much a plea for understanding, as it is a brutal diagnosis."
Sleep 4 a.m.
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