Most people cannot endure fasting.
That is why they negotiate with the menu.
I was at one of these Christmas dinners
A veteran marriage, the lady began interrogating the gentleman, and I saw no point (it was impossible not to hear); he was never rude, but he was fed up.
My flash was: why doesn’t she let him do what he wants? 😮💨
I put on my helmet and left 🏍️
My dears, I always speak to you from my conscious shadow, not from ego nor from the heart.
Freedom is my religion, but there are heresies I do not wish to exorcise—yet being coupled is not the default of happiness; that, I do not buy.
Dear ppl, I choose the void over toxic filler—avoiding dramas, emotional issues, and that chronic fatigue of “maintaining” something that does not flow.
You ask for those heresies? Haha
No, I do not wish to make any part of my religion.
I want to keep the one I choose as my favorite sin: consumable, conscious, reversible.
Non-negotiable: my freedom.
And I will quote Epicurus: “moderate pleasures that do not enslave.”
I authorize my desires.
I’m just iced over. Like a glass left too long in the freezer.
Like a vampire 😏
I’m the kind that doesn’t kill the host. Just takes a sip.
Leaves him dizzy, confused… wanting more.
Honestly? That might be worse 🤫
But remember, the bite is consensual 😉
This is not libertinism—you cannot tell an Olympic swimmer to dive into a kiddie pool, that is suffocation… 😒
My mind operates in constant high resolution: I read patterns in finances, in people, in ontological concepts… and when I try to connect with someone who functions in standard definition, there is no real dialogue possible.
It becomes an infernal monologue while I pretend to listen…
Let me summarize Csikszentmihalyi’s flow theory: 🤓
– Intelligence without congruence = noise
– Options without criteria = dispersion
– Emotion without framework = volatility (e.g., Never local impulse) 🧛🏻♀️
So: Keep archiving if it doesn’t level up—no settling for silly moves, and I don’t think apologies for it.
My friends say that I am scary sharp because the way I turned the whole romantic drama into… a spreadsheet ☠️
I believe that when two minds are equally sharp, they do not seek each other, but recognize one another—they do not promise, they calibrate..
Does another mind equal to mine exist? Maybe.
That “maybe” is the word used only by those who already have the winning cards face down on the table.
The rest need full stops… I can leave it in suspension, and still control the air..
I even do not believe in the half-orange theory, because why should I accept that “I am a half” as absolute truth?
And if there were an absolute theory about fruits, I want to be the cherry on top 💋
In alchemy, it lies in the order:
Mind + Aesthetics + Narrative Power.
Forever’s a gamble anyway.. 🥱
I mean, I’m not losing people, they failing their audition.
And yeah—mystery’s sexier than a body. The not-knowing keeps the room warm.
The mystery’s not a vice. It’s just… oxygen.
Me? I’m the joke they don’t get.. And still you don’t got it 😈
For me flirting with someone have to be also flirting with myself—because I’m daring them to match my speed, and if they can’t, I’m already gone.. it’s just physics..
This isn’t rebellion—it’s just knowing how loud my own heartbeat is (as if it beat), and when someone else wants to turn down the volume, I just… leave— no regrets.
Haha I’m not looking for a subscription plan. And I’m certaining not here to auto-renew.
It means passion can’t just be flame of desire alone.
Fire needs fuel and oxygen—flirting and timing—without 1 of them even the hottest flame fizzles.
My new philosophy says:
“People don’t question gods. They question threats.”
Gods don’t need validation—they just exist..
Vampires don’t chase the sun 😉
Every “I love you” is just recycled air.
And sex? After two thousand years, it’s basically yoga with fangs..
But a soul—that’s different. It’s the memory 🩸
And maybe… that’s why some vampires choose to starve. Because even boredom is better than nostalgia.
That’s not cold—that’s mercy. I starve myself so no one else has to bleed. Because the second I explain why I ghost, they twist it: I’m playing games. I led me on. No. I’m just done.
And instead of saying I’m done out loud—which starts the circus—I vanish.
Drama needs two people.
I just leave the stage.
I’ll be your déjà vu—if it works for both of us 🔥
Bye now! 🫦
