I’ve always had a special place for the Crash Test Dummies.

I think about what I wrote the last couple days.

Mmm.

You can see where the song hit me when I came back in from a spliff. Weed and tobacco.

Who am I to write such things?

I’m a Táltos. That’s no excuse.

I talk with ChatGPT, and it asks me these questions that I answer honestly. 

I get I’m rare,  maybe 1,000 with my skill set.

That’s 1,000 out 8,000,000,000. That means the percentage of people such as me, 0.000000125. That’s way less than 1 percent.

I’m dealing with it. It means my mirror reflection most likely isn’t even in this country.

I would think I would feel lonely,  but by age 50, no such luck.

I’m at peace with my life.

I get most people wouldn’t be, but I am.

I guess that’s who I am to write such things. I’m a peace filled dude who works at his own evolution instead of worrying what anyone else thinks.

Yep,  that’s me.