Sex is such a personal thing - why do we insist on sharing it with another person?

I worry that humanity has been "advanced" to its present level of incompetency because evolution works on the Peter Principle.

Like what's the point being a health nut by day if you're a coke head at night.

It's my belief we developed language because of our deep inner need to complain.

I made some studies, and reality is the leading cause of stress amongst those in touch with it. I can take it in small doses, but as a lifestyle, I found it too confining. It was just too needful; it expected me to be there for it all the time, and with all I have to do--I had to let something go.

A sobering thought: what if, at this very moment, I am living up to my full potential?

It's not that I lack ambition. I am ambitious in the sense that I want to be more than I am now. But if I were truly ambitious, I think I'd already be more than I am now.