I cœur mes parents

Following my "I heart Keqing" post from November, I thought it appropriate to mention my parental units. Like, my mum & dad. 100% of my DNA, to be explicit.

I don't think I've ever mentioned them. I spent pretty much every day with them during the Covid-19 crisis, but following the pandemic and amidst rising housing costs, I made an economic choice to plunker down and get to cooking, just like Xiangling in Genshin and I love them for continuing to let me stay at their place whilst I figure out my life after finally dropping out of university right before the first wave hit.

I love them for teaching me so many things, from the basics ike how to read & listen, to complex adult stuff, like how to be emotionally intelligent in a mythically abnormal world.

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I went off the deep end again. Landed myself in the trauma-informed loonie bin for a while. I got cocky. With the plant as my ally (but also over egobooster; not sure why), I truly crashed. Lucky for me,bi run on walking to stay healthy and mostly sane.

I didn't like the way the government controls so much of its citizens in Canada, like housing and community centre programs, and money printing causing horrific inflation issues, so it felt off when even the taxes fell from the junk food in grocery stores, all to encourage people to buy the government's bullshit food rainbow sludge to line corporate food conglomerate pockets with our hard-earned money.

Pastries everywhere, in restaurants. bakeries. Even health food stores aren't safe from the gluten contamination. And still I eat better food, year over year.

Fuck. Yes.

Another good thing, plantae-wise, is that the Canadian government is somewhat respectful of the CBD dry herb industry; farmers and micro-cultivators who want their medicine to be sold to people such as I; well, I want and rely on it for medicine too, so I'm excited for a bright future that the Cannabis plant has with us human mystics and shamans of the modern world. Une plante de guérison. It's legal! :D

I'm not done with THC. I just need more medicinal training before I dabble again with the heavy, stoned af indica.

So for now, I'm an Ambassador for the good organic CBD, and I will try to not report on the practically non-existent side effects that the CBD oil (that my dad is making for me) has on me. It is one way out of my singular obsession with mary-jane, and I'll probably be way less anti-social with my behaviour moving forward.

Alot of this to say: I'm super grateful that my parentals are still alive and well and still looking out for me and still worrying way too much. Such is that dynamic.

I too look out for their health: I love eating them all sorts of amazing organic food recipes from my extensive répertoire, from meaty chilis, to herb-and-spice heavy carrot & ginger soup, e.g., not to mention awesome alternative dips like parsnip hummus to go with carrots and fennel slices. No legumes, no grains, no cheap dairy; no problem!

I'll have to come back and add some pictures to this particular blog post.

I'm totally a foodie, and I don't need to be high off jush to be happy, so it's time to link some more pictures to my blog.

I'm looking forward to a sober x-mas season. So far, so good. I'm not perfect but I think I'll manage it for realzies this year. Organic dry red wine and NorCal Marguerita in moderation, and I'm so thankful I don't have a drinking problem, so it'll be fun to party responsibly again, I'm sure of it.

Oh, and I'm dreaming again. So no need to go and wreck that with alcohol oversufficiency anyway.

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