There comes a time in each person’s life where they feel compelled to be authentic. It’s a time of great distress and hardship, a period that demands enormous strength and an ability to prioritize, and it’s also a time of intense mental activity and very often ritualistic rebellion.

While rites of passage are more established as rituals than individual standards of personal expression, the latter still qualify as true rites of passage, at least in my opinion. They’re gateways to true identity, original and creative intellect, and liberation.

I am at that point in life where I am intolerable by friend or foe, unless they’re mental.

My life as I’ve known it for the past 23 years is about to change forever. I have become robotic in crossing out life goals and ambitions, and I am bringing down walls of resistance one by one with such violence that I never thought myself capable of. I am transforming into the person I should have been years ago, the person I always knew I was.

Excuse me if I sound too cryptic, but until I have completely broken free from the shackles that bind me to polite mystery, I cannot expose the details of this ongoing revolution. The bastards have put me on mute.

I will be blogging at whim from now on. I got very little that is appropriate to say to you and I am too occupied staging a coup d’etat that will overthrow the mindless, the religious, and the sexist. If that includes you, run like the wind.

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