The 'Cube' knows

The Cube knows



If you are a male, particularly a tall white slender male, and if you drive a commercial box truck, be sure to set the parking brakes, for you wouldn't want truck to get away from you and roll down a steep hill.

So if 'white', and a male, and drive a 'white' box truck (or any color box truck I guess), then remember to set the parking brake on your truck.

This applies for the next 24 hours to all who are drawn here.

The Cube knows.

The cube knows



Today I woke up to the reality that I'm 'nothing', I'm here, have been here, but I'm nothing.

I have never really mattered or mattered, and the alternative realm I've constructed for myself, or of who I think I am may as well be a fiction novel.

For over the last few weeks (when the nothing reality bed monsters intensified), and even over the years, I kept just trying to resist the fact that I'm nothing, and so would construct elaborate story lines of self in head always telling self

'Oh if only I had this, oh if only I wasn't being held back by that, then I'd show the world'

Well, I guess it was all a fake bluff I'd always tell self to make self feel better about being a nothing.

Night after night, day after day, morning after morning, the bed monsters would pound, demean and humiliate my soul, and now I realize it was a type of cleansing.
I know this is hard for any reader to understand since kind of writing in a half metaphorical manner.
________________________________________________

Bottom line to this post though is this, I am nothing, there was never nothing there, at least not for quite some time, but kept bolstering self up by convincing self that I really was something when truth of the matter is I was always nothing.

And this week of bed monster therapy has really brought that home to me now, I woke up feeling 'reset'.

Not mad nor sad, just 'reset', cleansed in a way, as if starting from scratch, ego and pride gone for now.

And just the realization that I'm nothing, but hey, that's now a starting point.