Sup, so today was cool? Idk how I feel about it (I do know).

My focus of the day was on one thing, writing. I carried my bookbag that held my laptop, kindle, drawing book, pencil pouch, and laptop charger. I did leave my phone at the guest house in the morning, but I picked it late afternoon today…. It’s a fucking drug we inject by giving it attention.

I can’t let go of it, I constantly want to post?????? (is this because of my mental illiness (Major Depression and ADHD), i don’t remember my phone being so addicting least year, I feel conditioned, and controled.

Why? This is quite odd. And the pathetic thing about it is that I delete the picture OR story within 15 minutes of posting them. Even if it took 45 minutes to write down a caption (btw, I can fucking articulate with captions?????? Like???? I end up writing something and there is always an uncharacteristic grammar error (freudian slip?)) that I end up rewriting because I made a grammar mistake (lol).

The solution was quite simple however,

I turned it off and did something else.

A Day so intensely introverted that I became an Extrovert towards myself.

(think about that heading btw, it has depth)

So today I was a super Introvert (When last night was an outgoing extrovert (may write about it later? (no I wont)) It may have been because of the

  • A. lot of medication
  • B. I was hung over and hungry
  • C.


I stood up for my beliefs today. Well, it happened last night with Neil, Jacob’s father (I am a guest at their lake house this weekend, for some context for context sake)

He was watching Fox 5 news and they were discussing the Canadian ruling of a Transgender woman is woman………………..

Im tired.

I may write what we debated about later? (lol (no))

The point is, I stood up for my beliefs, inside myself, and projected it outwardly,

and I loved the manner in which I did.

I was steadfast, smart, and I was able to grasp his perspective without resent, and spoke, most importantly, in the moment, the entire time (until I realized I was too drunk when I confused myself with my own question)

I was able to stand up to an individual I was normally silent to.


It’s like what Jordan Peterson said, “if you have something to say, silence is a lie.”

(I have no shame for this ^ nor do I know how it will look so fuck it, let’s see what happens with this new thing they added to this site)

With Love and Sincerity,

Jose Michael Rubio

I am a future 7-time Oscar Winner, better known for my psycho-interpretation films, but I'll retire relatively young, only to continue writing screenplays in a small coastal village in Colombia. I'll allow Directors and Producers to film and produce my post-retirement stories after I pass away. In my will, the royalties will be given to the Mental Health Foundation, which will provide them with just enough money and resources to discover the cure for Alzheimer's. I'll continue winning Oscars after my death, but I will not know how many because it's past my time.

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