Terxpahseyton
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Got two hours or so ago home. It is midday in Germany. Left the party at about 11am I think. Lost about 30 minutes trying to therapy a dude sleeping on our kitchen couch. I say this derogatory. But it was actually a splendid conversation, with my voice trembling at times. Connecting is so good.
This night... I feel like I could retell it from beginning to end, jabbering on forever, explaining are the social and psychological intricacies and backgrounds, and absolutely always have something entertaining and interesting to say. Because this night was perfect, I am earnest. It was perhaps my most perfect night out so far. Everything came together, every moment mattered and held some treasure.
I fixed more than one strained friendship, I made a ton of new connections, I learned so so much about so many things, I now confidently rest assured that I got a gift for techno floors. I am serious. This is no boasting or chest-umping, I am actually by far the best techno dancer my city as every seen, and my dance catches girls like honey flies. This is all literally true. See - I am excellent at one thing: To emotionally submerge into something which I find exciting, grand, better, higher, greater, true. I hate routines, I absolutely freaking hate routines, mostly I am a lazy laid-back-dude. But when I crunsh it, when I get into something, I go all in. I emotionally live it, my neurons are firing like hell, I am better than most in it. Then I can just be normal and attentive at times. And then I can look as dumb as a brick because my focus is so all over the place that I literally turned into an imbecile for a second who can not even connect the words you said to make sense.
And those extreme stages of being mark my every existence. It is called ADS. The actual one. The one which turns your brain in a rollercoster ride, forever.
And this becoming one with it - that is the point. I become one with the music. Cobain channeled his chronic pack pain into this music, I channel my chronic life pain into my dance - and it is beautiful, I dear to say. And such unbridled passion, real authentic passion expressed in all its vigor, that it makes the ladies wet. So this is why I am such an outstanding floor king - because I am über-emotional and unstable and undisciplined, but when I click, I really freaking click. Like no other I know. And that is the truth as I know it.
So back to the night: "fixed more than one strained friendship, I made a ton of new connections, I learned so so much about so many things, I now confidently rest assured that I got a gift for techno floors" yeah crap what does naming things get to. I loved every hour of it. Perfect night.
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