#1. Bear with me, this is not a waxing-philosophical/quixotic post of blissful ignorance about the many and varied benefits of smoking marijuana
#2. Bear with me, the first bit here will very much look like libertinian: it appears to be a lonely, callous, amoral man having success looking for love. Please observe: →IT IS NOT THIS← It’s lonely and successful, but it is neither callous nor amoral. It is neolibertinian, or, alternatively, quasilibertinian. Writer sanctifies morality and honesty as among the highest of social responsibilities; it shares shoulders with respect of liberty, rational defense of the underdog, etc. and said writer has the battle scars, the empty bank account, the unsuccessful marriage, and the two cats to prove as much.
After ending a week which found me meeting my future wife in the span of less than 30 minutes after having an overnight layover in Chicago due to a delayed (toilet wouldn’t work) plane in San Francisco when she told me I’ll pick you up in my limousine in direct defiance of the fact that my plane was scheduled for an 8:32AM Sunday takeoff and that I was at a hotel three miles from the airport which had thirty minute airport shuttle cycle in effect despite COVID-19 —
[a conclusion which subsequently proved itself wrong, which is always what you need to be prior to being right, lest you grasp but loosely the concept of…
