One of the few things I can get excited about are MP3 players. I’m really excited about the ability to pop my ears in and leave where I am, of course, to get away into a virtual world.
I ran down to CC to get some MP3 players that were coming up cheap. I had to ask though — of a person born male who if they aren’t a tranny, should be, from lashes to legs to hair — and that mucked everything up.
They weren’t going to sell them to me for the price in the computer, the price others had been getting.
Add those to the MP3 player from China that came without promised features, and is now broken, or the MP3 player on it’s way back to China since it’s broken, and it feels like everything I touch turns to shit.
I have a belief, about that, of course. Since I am fighting my bliss, my calling, I believe that the world responds to that, breaking my luck, my flow, my life.
That may not be true, of course. It may just be that because I am fighting my nature, I am raw and sensitized to little irritations that others would just pass over. Low “latent inhibition” as it were.
And I have the firm belief in this now,
not only in terms of my own experience
but in knowing about the experience of others,
you follow your bliss,
doors will open
where you would not have thought
there were going to be doors
there wouldn’t be a door
for anybody else.
If I follow my bliss, will the universe open up to me, or will I open up to the universe?
Does it matter which?
The truth is that getting more and better MP3 players won’t ever expand the amount of time available to listen to MP3s, no matter how much I want it to.
But the whole belief that because I am fighting my bliss and my calling that things will go sour for me, well, that’s what I feel in my neck and shoulders.