(somewhere in an alternate universe. ) SNAP!
Screenshot at 11:02 taken the moment I processed the time 11:01 and decided to screenshot: to mark the moment I tell you a discovery that improved my health dramatically.
By exploring the kind of feelings you get when you peel off some socks that have become uncomfortable. And then it hit me - the shape of our feet as we grow and age (nothing on the torture of the women's feet in china somewhere I remember (a lot about china I realise now, and around that way). *I'm terrible at geography (in the sense of the globe, not technically all of geography) so "navigating by mind" may be better way to put it. I'm not very culturally minded - I was logic and code, didn't have the arty eye , and now I'm blessed with one in every cell of my being. I feel art, colour and light, it physically moves me if I use my willpower and am noticeably stoned (although I believe I remember achieving it without. Or did I? I don't think I did actually. Oh. But I must have done because the Mercure and shit was crazym. Mind you, I was n
Thanks , I'm doing great. And back to the story.
Socks.
If trousers fall down and the legs ride up - we pull the legs down at the bottom and the waist up (or god forbid we use braces and transfer the constant energy binding chain to the shoulders all day, where we then pull solely up on the elastic from time to time to "relieve our shoulda for a second and give them a rub, a kind of reset. Slide them over a bit to a new piece of skin - AHH that's better, akin to turning over the pillow in the night for the cold side.).
T shirts, I pull up around the shoulders and down at the back normally (the way I bend) but the front too.
Subnote; at any point if this doesn't sound like something you do, understand it doesn't apply to you then and move on with it otherwise
Hats we adjust. Glasses up. Reset around the ears.
We forgot our toes.
All fucking day sometimes. We don't let them wriggle free and they compress. And then -
Fibonacci kills us.
I'll explain.
Pushing the toes constantly together under pressure is... Hell. They fall out of Fibonacci. They don't want to sit like that. Moving them, walking etc helps but also doesn't at the same time.
Because they get tighter.
And then . Damage fires up everywhere because all toes down means something else repeating like a pattern elsewhere in the system. All over.
Coupled with interference patterns from other parts of the body: Repetitive movementa, toxins, trauma (physical and mental), etc etc.
Wow do we fuck ourselves quick but with a silent mind , the knowledge and confidence to undo the damage - can we. ? I did, or I'm superhuman. The medical miracle kind of stuff can come a lot later, that's the easiest for me to remember - it's engrained in the deepest depths of the hell that was my life of late, and indeed under close introspection and hindsight - was terrifyingly horrific all along, full of embarrassment, shame and defeat.
Which makes me not only special but one of a kind.
Because anyone else would have murdered by now. Surely? ...
. . [5/21, 11:19 PM] Olv: Pull down your socks , reset them, go barefoot where you can, then simply wash them, or don't bother, stick a sock back on!
[5/21, 11:22 PM] Olv: It's systemically beautiful magic and it works every time . My toes are stronger than ever and my balance second to none. Well, not necessarily true, but I shouldn't be close to the top , trust me. (I'm a doctor! 🤥😘🤪). Tuck in. Hope you get the humour injected into this but don't worry if you miss it. I'm weird, after all, they think I'm insane.
a. True story - and at the same time , completely fictional . 😍❤️