I doubt that anyone can take something like this serious, but let's talk about the saffron. Yes, a perennial spring plant from iris family with an upward dong and some beautiful colors. Dogs usually like to sprinkle them.
Yes, I know it is not called a dong.
I am not actually that color blind not to see how that flower is beautiful, I simply have no sense to 'feel' the colors. The only good thing about colors is that they can be expressed in numeric form when you chose HEX values.
When I think about it, it would be the same if the whole world is gray, it is just a thing in your eyes that can differ so many colors. I just don't really get why it is necessary.
I don't know either why it is necessary to be at the certain level of you know what, to be a great admin. Is it even a rule that you have to be? I know that I am not, and there is little to no chance for anyone to invest in steemrepair.
For example, and this is just today, I informed the members about novelties in the server, some of them treated me like a spammer and asked me never to contact them again, even if they joined some week ago to participate in 1 cent giveaway.
Why are you in Steemit, or you are maybe intimidated that my safe link, could be a tracking link? Maybe, maybe...
I mean, all other groups have admins who are established due to 2 months being on Steemit and profound in so many different shades of their personality, all those corked up flowery butterflies, so lovely ... But! your misfortune got you one who eats raw meat, curses like a sailor and boozes from the early morning. What can I say, life was a bitch to me so I gave her a bone. Translate this however you like.
Saying it is just a breakfast I really like and that I have a borderline low blood pressure that will set me to an early grave sounds just like a lousy excuse and doesn't make any justice to all those clean vegan prohibitionists. Plus, I am anti-alcoholic that drinks, shit I have to be a liar or completely confused.
Thank Lord I am not gender confused, otherwise, there would be some nastiness every now and then...
Well, during the summer it is either a sack of salt and occasional drinks to shrink my veins or a handful of pills, now make a math.
This planet hates me with the passion, and I don't hold back my feelings either. How things can go so wrong health wise to somebody who is in perfect shape in comparison to some other people who are literary holding onto a straw...
It is always better for somebody else, isn't it? The grass is always greener. It has to be so perfect for me because it is so wrong for you...
People can get into your head with this sort of a thing, you know. But... nobody cares my sunshine, nobody cares.
You suffer depression and anxiety, guess what, I am so emotionally bleak that I am fundamentally incapable developing a mental distress, nevertheless a condition. Take that to your shrink.
To be honest, I simply honor my time. That is a currency nobody can repay. I don't want to spend one single moment of it feeling anything but love and joy. Well, in my case the oblate form of enthusiasm but you know what I mean.
I take that all this blogging, swimming among all those small fish on Steemit comes hard on some people with high vanity, I have no problem with it.
It becomes a problem when flags start to fall and votes start to disappear, but to be absolutely honest can't you just calculate what is a difference between effective earnings from STEEM between certain countries? In an ideal world, it should be all that equal, but we do not live in an ideal world, we have borders, barriers, economic differences, it will take a thousand years to balance all that. It will not happen overnight, and the fact is that we have effective differences that are multiplied by 10, so how we can talk about equality and who is getting more, and who is getting less.
I am all for the cause, and all for helping, but it is obvious that I can't pay my bills in the same way some other Steemian can, just because his currency is lower. How much more should we work?
Back to my low blood pressure, colors and how can I eat that breakfast, after all, it is almost raw meat. Well, at least I am aware what I am eating, I don't call it a loaf if it is not.
As for the blood pressure, sometimes I feel like it is going to stop. Ticking. It is just that bad that I really start thinking that I should consider finding another body. Call it a blasphemy but I don't believe in death, this is just a machine that works, breaks and then we move on.
Every morning when I literally crawl out of my bed, I wonder how I am still here and why the hell this world despises me so much. I work all day long and in the evening I feel like all that living is hating on me...
Maybe because I croaked once, saw what's coming and now it is not my place inside of all this masterpiece. Believing... This is no a believing anymore. We all have limited hours to spend, and if I spent mine it doesn't make me all that special. But, it makes things that much funnier to interpret.
Saffron, yes!! The topic!! It is one of the most accommodating and potent plants in treating the clinical level depression and concomitant anxiety, with absolutely the same treatment effects like any of those drugs prescribed and 'confirmed', but without the side effects like for example the ... rage attacks, intermittent sociopath outburst and insatiable need to just go off and plead insanity.
Have a wonderful day.
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