Hello, welcome to another dispatch from the Dykes of Quarantine. It is Tuesday, the last day of

March, and I'm no longer sitting on the bathroom floor. I'm sitting on the bench that now

bookends my bed in my room slash AB's home office. Bloomberg is on the TV right behind me, and the top news is that,

oh, it just went away, but I think I read something pretty positive, which said that Americans are

finally listening to the governmental pleas to avoid social contact. And I hope that's true. And I hope that you're all doing well.

I don't really know how to explain what I'm feeling right now. You know what? I'm not even going to

try and massage my reading from a story that went up yesterday, March 30th on manrepeller.

I'm just going to start reading and I'll probably

pop in some editor notes while I'm reading and we will take it from there. So this is Dispatch

number zero zero four called Who I Am versus Who I Want to Be. I heard myself telling someone last week that at the most basic level,

Man Repeller asks, what if you just tried to live for yourself for once?

I specifically note that I heard myself telling this to someone because I'm not exactly

sure if it's true or if I simply want it to be true.

And this tension between what actually is and what I

want to be has been on my mind a lot. If two weeks ago, the energy that was thumping through my veins

and shooting out of my fingertips was so chaotic, I could have combusted and come back as the

emoji with an exploding head only to combust again. And last week was, as a

direct reaction to the previous week, the precise opposite, deliberately psychologically slower,

than this week, I think I'm settling in or have settled into an adjusted state of reality.

And it's got me feeling contemplative. Is this what happens when you give

yourself space to think and permission to let your mind run as it will into the uncharted

corners of your thoughts where truths and fallacies loiter waiting for both exposure and

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