This is my journal entry from December 19, 2025 — my real, unedited day, shared just as it happened.
Oh, this is a good one, y'all. And you know what? I got a new strategy. Nobody's going to fucking read these books. I'm going to record these like nobody's going to fucking read them. How about that? I'm going to just say whatever I want, whenever I want, however I want to, whoever I want. I'm going to just record these books like nobody's going to fucking read them because that's what's actually happening. Nobody's read Sober Through Separation. Like, I literally don't think one fucking page of it's been read by anybody. And the book after that, called Nine Hours Later. Yeah, who's going to read that? Maybe someday somebody will read this shit. But I'm going to just, for the short term, nobody's going to read this shit for the foreseeable future. So I'm going to go at this. I'm going to dance like no one's watching, all right? All right, we're going to dance like no one's watching. How'd you like that, huh?
This was an interesting day. I'm not going to fucking spoil it because I was almost going to spoil it, but I'm not going to spoil it. You're going to work up to this shit, all right? So I dropped the kids off this morning, and my daughter and my son both had awards they got at their school. I met my ex-wife there in the parking lot about 8.45. We went in, had a great time being there as ex-husband and wife. I thought it would be really bad to be going to some school event. I saw some parents that looked like they'd had a rough night and weren't happy to be there with their ex. And that's how I pictured it'd be if you had an ex that you broke up with and then had to get fucking dragged to your kid's school events. But shit, it was great. My ex-wife and I were in there having fun, cutting up with the other parents. Dude, I was laughing and talking shit. I was clapping like a motherfucker for all these kids. The one kid wants to be a hibachi chef when he grows up. I'm like, God damn, this shit got me fucking hungry right now at nine in the morning. I want this kid to cook some shit for me like right now. Cook me some hibachi right now. I really want that. I would love to have that. I had a great time with all of them, my ex-wife and the kids, the kids were in their Christmas jammies. It was super cute.
After that, then I was going to go to the 11 a.m. St. Pete group meeting. Well, fuck, it's supposed to be anonymous. Nobody's reading this shit anyway. Right. So I was going to. But then I ended up. I'm like, fucking let me go this 10 a.m. meeting. That'll work out better. So I get to the 10 a.m. meeting and the woman I asked if she wanted to date on the Saturday meeting fucking rolls in. Like, do what you want to. Just don't blow my buzz. I don't know. She walked in. I just, she saw me first. I got a shitty vibe. I'm like, fuck. So I'm sitting there, I'm doing all this shit where I like compensate, where I feel bad, but then I peacock and try and act super happy and make her feel bad that she's not interested in me right now. So I'm like sitting there fucking smiling and laughing. And then by the end of the meeting, I'm like, it's time to drop the pretense. Just show everybody how fucking sad you really are.
I go to share though, maybe like 20 minutes into the meeting, I go to share and she gets up and walks out. I'm like, what are you doing? Getting up, walking. Right when I start talking about how my divorce is final, she gets up. I'm like, you know why your ass can't handle hearing this. All right, let's be real. Nobody has a better offer than me right now. I mean, that actually knows me and shit. I mean, there's a lot better offers than me, obviously. But this girl doesn't have a better fucking offer than me, and I know it. She gets up while I'm sharing. I want to just fucking stop sharing. I'm like, she got up. I'm done. That's it. But I didn't. I kept sharing long enough that she came back while I was still sharing. I'm like, yeah, you got to listen to some of this. What are you going to do? Walk out because I'm still sharing? Turn around? I've seen it. There's a couple of women over the last few years. They just get up and walk out when I'm sharing. They're scared of what I'm going to say.
So I wrap it up, and then I'm talking to the woman next to me. I'm really happy to see her again. She's the one who told me a year ago that she couldn't watch my YouTube videos because I had such a different personality than the person she knew. I wonder what she'd think of these books. But nobody's going to read these fucking books anyway, so whatever. Dance like no one's watching, baby. So I talk to her, and of course the other woman comes walking by, like waving hi frantically to the woman behind me. Bye, bye. I'm like, I ain't saying shit to you. You want to talk to me? You can come over and talk to me. Whatever. Look how engrossed I am in this conversation. So I have that conversation. I walk out feeling like a fucking petty bitch as usual. Get my car. I'm like, you a petty ass bitch, just like you wrote about in that book you were reading before. How you were a petty ass bitch with a woman in your yoga class. Look at you again. I'm like, fuck. Why can't I? I'm like, why do I even feel like this? Like it's fucking fifth grade. I asked some girl to like hold my hand or some shit. And she said no. Like, why do I feel like this? I don't think that ever happened, by the way. Just making shit up off the top of my head.
So after that, I go back home for a minute and get ready for my tennis match. And I get to the tennis club at noon. This dude beats me, all right? He just beats me. I saw him warming up like, I'm gonna get crushed here, aren't I? Yep. And beating me was his game. He's like a 4-0 player and I'm like 3-5. And yeah, I did win two games the first set. He won 6-2 and then 6-0. I'm like, you know what? I got two games in. That's fine. I talked to them about canceling the ladder. I gave him my book. I Was Famous on the Internet, on Spotify. I sent him a link to it, you know? And I was thinking, and talking to him about it, I'm like, this is why I need to cancel this tennis club membership, because these motherfuckers here are too good. And they always leave me feeling not good enough, like I need to get tennis lessons and spend a bunch more money and go to the clinic and play on the bitch side with all the beginners. And it's like, no, I need to drop this shit and play ultimate.
So after playing him, I'm like, yeah, I'm definitely canceling this tennis club membership. Like these dudes are too good for me. And it's time to move on. Unless somebody else joined that might fit in here better. I've had a nice time with the guys, but I'm starting to feel like I don't fit into the tennis club anymore. And there's not enough men to play singles with. You know, I'd play with the girls too, but I want some more singles. What I care about is playing singles. And I'm going to have a tennis court right next to my fucking house. So obviously I should just use that, right?
After tennis, I come home and take a cold bitch ass of a shower. I mean, fuck, I'm in there. I turned straight cold water on with the like four gallon a minute shower. And I'm just like, oh shit, Jesus, fuck. But it feels so good because I got some sun. And what I love, what works really good on my skin in my experience, is just taking a cold ass shower to cool my skin off after I've got sun. I don't use sunscreen anymore. I just raw dog that bitch outside. Let it fucking shine on me. Just shine that sun on me. Blacken me up. You know what? I fucking identify as Black. So as far as I'm concerned, it's a goddamn book that I'm selling. That's how I think. That's how I identify. So that's how I want to fucking talk too. All right. Any other questions? Any other fucking Karens need to come in here and complain? Like I want to dictate some shit that my teenage kids would be proud of, that my teenage nieces and nephews would be proud of. Like, damn, my uncle's fucking badass. He ain't a politically correct bitch.
All right, now after coming home from tennis, I just felt depressed. Felt like I'd just gotten crushed in tennis by a regular guy. By the way, the way I use it, it's a term of love. It's about being in a common struggle together. We're all in a fucking slavery struggle together right now. What do you think these rents are? It's fucking slavery. I got paid $2,700 a goddamn month for a 2-1 in St. Pete that's 100 and some years old. That's slavery. We're in some slavery shit right now. It's just, you know, new and updated slavery with more screens and less chains. But we're all in the shit together. So we're all in this together. And nobody's going to listen to this anyway. If anybody does listen to it, I am whatever I say I am. If I wasn't, then why would I say I am in my books? Every day I am. Fuck it. If you feel like you're in this struggle too, I'd love for you to come be part of the Jerry Banfield Family where we go through it together.
I hope my kids would be proud of me. Be like, damn, my dad was a badass. Because my late father turned into a bitch ass at the end of his life. And he would agree. He would agree with me right now. He's like, I did turn into a bitch ass. My late father used to be a bad motherfucker. Ripping up money. He would take a $100 bill from a motherfucker in a bar and then talk about how the government controlled you with money and rip that shit up. And he'd get punched in the face after that sometimes. My late father was a badass, and he turned into a weak bitch at the end of his life. You know what I never want to become is a weak-ass bitch. A weak-ass bitch is one who just bows down and gets fucked by the system, watches the goddamn news, thinks what you're supposed to think, does what you're supposed to be told, and puts on a goddamn mask in the grocery store and bitches at other people because they're not doing what the fuck they're told. Never going to be that, I'll tell you that.
Go all out. That's how I'm living my life. So where were we? I was feeling like a weak ass bitch just laying around here. Man, this dude beat me at tennis. A woman I went out with, you know, hopefully that'll work out, seeing her Monday. But shit, I got nothing else planned until then. You know what? I don't hardly know her. How's my dating gonna go? Fuck, can I even do a business? How's it gonna go?
This felt kind of down, like, whatever. It's fine. But then I got my proofs in the mail for Nine Hours Later and licked that shit. Like, look at this beautiful face on this cover. Look at this cover I designed myself in Photoshop. This woman that comes up to me at my gym the other day, and she's like, if you need a graphic designer, she looks at my book covers. I'm like, I don't need a graphic designer. What I got is branding, all right? It's branding that my fucking face is on every fucking cover of all my new books. It's called branding. You got it? And yeah, I know it looks like a cheap ass shit I threw together in an hour in Photoshop, and it is. So if you want to judge a book by its cover, go ahead and read something else. Because nobody needs to read this shit. Like, literally nobody needs to read this shit. I need to write this shit, but nobody needs to fucking read it. Do they?
Thankfully, I was working on my books. The kids came over a little after 3. My ex-wife dropped them off after school because she had a work call. And, man, I love having the kids up in my house. I can't wait to have my overnights with the kids consistently during the week. The kids are just so much love. But, I mean, you get too much of the kids, and, yeah, I respect that they get to be too much of a pain in the ass sometimes, but I get just the right amount. They came over and hung out at my house for about an hour and a half today, and they were a little bored, but my son picked up this little kind of cloth baseball, like, you know, one of those squishy kind of baseballs, and he started throwing it with me on the couch. He fucking smacked my daughter in the ear with it, and she cried. And I got hella snuggles from my daughter. Threw the ball with my son. My son has a little air hockey, tiny-ass little plastic air hockey table. Real air. The air fucking blows. He got some AA batteries in it. And him and my daughter played some air hockey. And then my daughter played with it by herself. I played with it on the couch. And then I texted my mom to see if we could come over. And my daughter gets out the Harry Potter Monopoly, and we played that. I was dominating that bitch. I had the blue ones, like the boardwalk and park place, but really it's Dumbledore's office and room requirement. But I call it Dumbledore's orifice, along with Hagrid's ass, and various things like that to mix it up. Because there's still a part of me, this seventeen, that has not grown up at all, and that's the playful fun part. You don't want to be walking around this bitch like an old man all the time.
I thought one of the best ideas I had today, or maybe the worst, I thought about recording some of this shit for myself and playing it back while I sleep, do some affirmations like, I'm 21 years old, full of energy, and I'm super rich, just play this shit at night and program my subconscious with it. I don't know if that worked very well, but I'm not going to fuck with that right now. After that, I took the kids down to the street to hang out with my mom. They watched some more Winnie the Pooh where Piglet was messing with his shadow, and then, what are they doing, they were doing the hiccup episode after that. I had a little bit of popcorn, even though it's got that toxic-ass seed oil in it. I think I'll be all right.
I did weigh myself this morning. It said I was still 19.8% body fat. I was like, bullshit. Bullshit, 19.8% body fat. I'm going to check that tomorrow. I want a second fucking opinion. You got to like the kind of person who looks at an electronic device like, fuck that. I don't agree with it. You know you get me in a doctor's office, and I'm going to be telling them how to fucking do their job. Because, in my experience, those are the kind of patients that actually live longer.
Somebody was telling me, damn, you know the health care costs. This family's paying $30,000 a fucking month. I'm like, that's stupid, all right? Can we all just agree that's stupid? The thing to do, I've come to believe, would be to take care of your goddamn self and don't pay that. Health insurance, I hope all that shit collapses. I don't have health insurance. I fucking hate health insurance. I appreciate the idea. Oh, if we all took care of ourselves, that'd work. But when you got people out here smoking and drinking and not taking care of themselves, we got motherfuckers poisoning themselves to death. You know what? Health insurance doesn't work because I'm not paying shit into it. So all these other people can take piss-poor care of themselves, and my money's fucking paying some doctor to do shit I don't believe in in the first fucking place.
If I said fuck too much lately, fuck, fuckity, fuck, fuck, fuck. My first video on YouTube was how to say fuck different ways. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. I'd like to think I haven't came anywhere at all since then. Nobody's gonna read this, so I'm gonna say whatever I want. And if somebody does read this, look, you're going to get a real experience in here. You're dealing with Jerry Banfield, a real one. Put that at my memorial service. That's what I want at my memorial service. Somebody get up there, you know what? Jerry was real. We love Jerry. Jerry told it like it is without being a fucking weak ass bitch. That's what we love about Jerry.
I was listening to Elizabeth Gilbert's book, All the Way to the River. I like her friend Rhea. Like she told her how it was. She'll walk up and fucking tell you the truth. And I realized that's how I want to fucking be. Not some little bitch just trying to tell everybody what they want to hear all the time. And I think swearing's fun. I know how to talk without swearing. If you look at Author in St. Petersburg, and I Was Famous on the Internet, I didn't swear that much in those books. I know how to talk without swearing. I know how to use other words. But there's a certain energy. When you bring swearing in there's a certain, you know, it feels better when people are comfortable enough to do some swearing. If you're still not upset at anything, I'm proud of you. I'm real proud of you. What a fucking real alive person you are. Not some goddamn bot.
I have to put, like, a 10-paragraph disclaimer at the beginning of this. Like, hey, if you're a Karen or a bot or a regular person or a normal person or a politically correct person, do not read this shit unless you like getting offended. If so, I'm happy to help you with that. My ex-wife had a breaker blow, too, and she didn't know what to do with it, so I'm like, hey, sweetheart, here's a breaker box. And here's how it, you know, when it pops out, you just push it back and then shove it back to the right position.
After hanging out with the kids, I got snuggles with my son. It was perfect. Got hugs and love from my ex-wife, my mom. And then I headed out to a local spiritual community. Now some shit's about to go down. So I pull up to the spiritual community. I'm like, fuck this shit. It's going to be boring. Nothing's going to happen. But then I'm like, you know, remember when you met a woman I'd been interested in, and you were feeling like that too. And you met her, and it was awesome. But hey, you got a different life story. That's cool. It's your story. I'm writing my fucking story right now, literally.
I got my nice little efficient box of books. They sent us a text like, maybe you should cover up. I'm like, fuck that. I'm going to come out here in shorts and a t-shirt, even though it's going down to low 60s and it's humid. That's fine. So I roll up and get my books out and shit. I'm like, fuck it. I'm not trying tonight. I'm not trying at all. A guy there was serving some beans. Now this guy can make some beans. God damn. He made some beans and some rice and avocados. That shit was good. And I had some cacao, which to most people would just be hot fucking chocolate. That shit was good. And that was my dinner. It was delicious. Then I just sat there. I'm like, fuck it. I'm not trying to go talk to motherfuckers tonight. You want to talk to me? I'm holding court over here by the fucking food table.
So one of the women there, the one who'd been proposed to, she says she'd been proposed to nine times. She said the guy she was dating just texted her that he'd marry her, joking or not. I'm like, damn, you got another proposal? What are you doing to these guys? Jesus Christ. And she's basically trying to sell me on herself, and I'm like, I'm not even getting into that. You can count on that. I'm like, that's why I'm careful where I go. Everywhere we go, I see the same people. I'll be careful where I go. I'm not getting into that and getting fucking stuck in it.
Speaking of getting fucking stuck in it, a woman I had been seeing texted me today. She said, hi, Jerry, how's you? You never did say. I'm like, when you're talking like that, you can imagine why I didn't say. But I didn't say because I'm tired of it. Thanks for the book title, Nine Hours Later, which I decided not to bring into the spiritual community. I'm like, you know what? If somebody reads the first three books, then maybe they can get into that. But this one actually talks about this place. And nah, I'm just going to leave that book in the car. You know that? We're going to let these books marinate. These books might be better a decade from now. We're just going to let these books marinate. Like a fine, I was going to say fine wine, but I don't drink. What marinates? Like some fine sauerkraut. How about that?
I was thinking earlier, I'm like, would these books be better if I didn't swear? If I went back to doing straight up normal ass fucking diary entries where I just talked and I was very serious and this is what I did and then that's what I didn't. Fuck that. Fuck that. You got to every moment. Are you on the way to being more yourself and more proud of who you are? Or are you more on the way to being a weak bitch? Because all you do is you just quote the shit that you're told on the news. You're just a goddamn bot. You don't have any life. You know what I loved when I went to visit my sister, my nieces and nephews, especially my nephew. He's 17. I'm like, this boy has life. Just the way he talks. Like, that's how a fucking man should talk. That's how a man should talk. Like he talks like he fucking means it. And he says shit that's offensive. And I like him. I'm like, good. I'm proud of you. I'm like, why am I sitting here talking like some bitch? Why am I talking like that? His 17 year old self, he's taking on the world. His voice is strong. And why am I sitting here like some bitch who just gets pushed around by the system? Like, no. I'm going to get out here and be the man. Bring that teenager back out of me. That guy stomped down. Oh, just be quiet. Don't offend anybody. Fuck that.
I'm not out here trying to get everybody's approval. You know whose approval matters the most to me? It's my own. That's what matters. My own approval. And I feel good letting it all out. Go all out. You know how bad I felt feeling like a weak ass bitch? Like, oh, you can't say that in a book because look at your white ass skin. Fuck that. I identify as Black. That's who I identify as. I've been treated like it by Facebook Gaming, too, just like Charlamagne Tha God said. I wanted to be Black, and they treated me like it, so thank you. You officially made me that, Facebook Gaming, taking away my fat-ass paycheck, and I'm thankful for that today. And this whole system is treating all of us the same today. All of us are getting fucked by this system we're in. And we have the power to be the change we want in the world. If you want to stop shrinking and start being the change too, I'd love for you to grow with us in the Jerry Banfield Family.
And the first thing we need to stop doing is stop being weak people that just put up with whatever gets done to us. No. No. Government crosses the line? Fuck that. Your boss crosses the line? Fuck that. Family and friends cross the line? Fuck that. You gotta draw boundaries, and I'm not saying you need to really go nuts, but the response should be proportionate to how much the line is being crossed. Somebody says, Jerry, can I talk to you? No, you cannot talk to me with that attitude. You come back with a different attitude if you want to talk to me. Government comes up with some bullshit mask shit? Fuck that. Make me wear a goddamn mask. Bullshit vaccine shit? Fuck that. Make me get a goddamn shot. Send somebody with guns over here and force me at gunpoint to get a goddamn shot if you want me to fucking have it. You're not going to do it with some words on a screen. No.
So that's what I'm talking about we need in the world. You got to be the kind of person that doesn't put up with that fucking bullshit and lives your truth. And I'm proud to live in my truth. And I don't feel any pressure to sell these books now because maybe it's better for people not to read these books. Isn't it? I got the letter refined today that I'm ready to give out to my neighbors. I printed it out. I showed it to my ex-wife. She said it looks good. Nice. All right, so back at the spiritual community. I was thinking I'd make these shorter, but fuck that too. I'm just going to go on. This is my goddamn soapbox. I'm going to go on as long as I fucking want to. How about that? How about that shit? I'll just rip on as long as I feel like it. Oddly enough, when I say it like that, then I'm like, all right, but we haven't got to the best part of the day yet. I picture somebody listening to this shit in like 10 years. It's going through every fucking day, listening like three hours of Jerry Banfield every day. I'm going to have a call, y'all.
So I get there and I'm like, I'm just going to hold court. I'm going to chill out. I'm not singing any of the songs. I'm good. I'm just going to sit here and receive and be a part of the vibes. You know what I'm saying? And a friend's partner is playing in the band as usual. He plays beautiful on the piano and the drums. And she sits down. I'm like, shit, come sit next to me. And she's like, damn, I'm cold as a bitch out here. And I'm like, here, take my blanket. I brought my blanket off the couch that I'm covered up with now. She's like, you sure? I'm like, yeah, I'm cool. I just went to Michigan. Like, my blood's still thick. Take this blanket.
So I felt so nice, a friend sitting next to me, all the massages that she's given. And I'm so glad we got through, you know, me going to massage school and the times I didn't see her and, you know, me thinking all my crazy shit. And when we first started massaging and she didn't talk much and I felt like there was this connection there with her, but it was frustrating. And then I wasn't seeing her for a massage. And I just felt like her telepathic pull, like I need to come back and see her. And that's cool. That's a beautiful thing. So I sat next to her, just feeling so good to be there with a close friend and to be there watching her partner perform, who I love. And I want to have some more time with both of them together and with him by himself too. And we sat there and we listened to a bunch of songs and my mind was less toxic than usual this time, which was nice. And she and I were talking shit too, here and there, which made it fun.
There were a bunch of people had their babies and their toddlers out there, which was awesome. I was smiling, looking at the kids, laughing with them. And then it came time for Shavasana. I actually brought a yoga mat, was prepared. I didn't sell any fucking books that night either. Not one. And fine. You know what? I got plenty of money. I don't need to sell any books. I am in the middle of abundance. I laid down on the yoga mat. She gave me the blanket back. She insisted I take it. I'm like, you're right, actually. For Shavasana, it'll be nice having that blanket. So I laid down. And I'm like, damn, I feel good. Like, I feel so much better than I did when I got here tonight. Thank you. At the same time, I looked around. I'm like, there is nothing interesting here tonight. But at the same time, I keep thinking, what the fuck do I know? What do I know? I might not know what I really need to know. I might not have any idea about who's here and what's interesting. I might know nothing, like Jon Snow. I might know diddly shit. Turns out.
So I talked to a hypnotist afterwards. I got her card. And now I know I love having a hypnotist in my support people. And I'll do a session with her about something. Next time I get fucked up on something, we'll do a session with her. And then I take my books out to the car, get my blanket wrapped around me. I'm about ready to go. And a friend and her partner are talking, so I go up to them, say hi to him, give him a hug, thank you for his music. Then guess what happens? Any of y'all see this shit coming? Do any of you see what I'm about to say coming right now? Because I didn't see this shit coming, I'll tell you that. A woman I'd been talking to walks up. If you're putting good people in your own corner right now, I'd be honored to be one of them on a private Zoom call.
She's actually in Nine Hours Later. The first one that I fell in love with at one of these spiritual community events. I think it was the first event I went to on October 25th for Halloween, which is in the Nine Hours Later book. She walks up and interrupts us, just like a guy from the community. But I'm glad she interrupted us. She's like, hey, you remember me? And I'm like, oh, shit. Oh, she's looking fucking fine, too. I talked to her a little bit, give her a hug. My friend and her partner take a quick cue to head out.
And then the guy from the community walks out. I'm like, swear to God, this guy tries to talk to her right now, like he did with a woman I'd been interested in. I'm going to fucking pull his hair and kick him in the ass and fucking punch him in the face, throw him in the water. You know, I'm not going to do that shit for real, but I was just like, I swear to God, this guy tries to talk to her right now, I'm gonna lose it on his ass. But he just smiles and walks by. I'm like, thank you. All right, so maybe it is a little chemistry you and her have. It's not just you need to talk to every girl that I'm trying to talk to. Good. Love you, man. I bet you're honored to be included in my goddamn story. Yeah.
So I talked to her, the woman I'd been talking to. She's laughing her little ass off. She's laughing at all the stupid shit I say. And I'm like, damn, you need some more of this in your life. And then I told her, I'm like, you know, I didn't feel very good about that last voice memo I sent. She's like, you know, I thought it was friendly. It was fine. You just said you'd like to give me a chance to reconsider. And she was all turned on and flirty and touching me and laughing. I'm like, what's she trying to do right now? I told her, I'm like, well, shit, you got any time in January? She's like, no, no. But she said, are you going to the citizen meetup that they're going to have on Monday night? I'm like, I don't know. Because I got a date scheduled with a woman I went out with at 4:44 PM on Monday and the citizen shit's at seven. So I don't know. I mean, if it goes well, I might not, but if it doesn't, I might. She's like, well, you're going to the new year's dance. I'm like, yeah, I should be there. She's like, all right, well, I'll see you around. And I'm like, what is happening right now? She clearly likes me. She said she wasn't dating at all before, she was busy and traveling.
I'm like, is this going to be like with a friend where, you know, I saw her a couple of times, went to see another therapist for a month or two, but I kept feeling her telepathic pull. I'm like, I need to go schedule again with her, even though my mind was like, why? You didn't hardly talk to her. You know, there's nothing special there. Why? I'm like, I don't know. I just need to go see her again. And sure enough, that third time I went to see her, then it's like, oh, there is something here. We got a nice little friendship. We got a, you know, we got a soul connection. And it was, I'm like, what, so, yeah, I'm leaving tonight, I pack up, I'm like, damn, now, seeing the woman I'd been talking to again felt real, real nice, and she was looking fine, she was looking absolutely gorgeous, and, yeah.
All right, so, we need to go back to, on the way out tonight, a woman I had been seeing texted me. The message came while I was driving out there. It's like she can feel exactly where I'm at in my life. Like minutes after I get divorced, she texts me. And then today I'm on the way to go to the spiritual community where it turns out the woman I'd been talking to is there too. And she texts me. So on the way out there tonight in my car out loud, I'm talking to whoever. And I'm like, you can do better than her, and I say her name, which I'm not going to say in here because I've been talking so much shit about her. Much love to her, though. I love her. Much love. Appreciate her in my life. Appreciate her being part of my life a month and a half ago. Appreciate her being friendly. But at the same time, I'm like, you can do better than her. That's what I said on the way to the event about a woman I had been seeing. I'm like, you can do better than her. I said that shit forcefully out loud. And then I laughed. If you're weighing whether to move on from something or someone, I'd be glad to talk it through with you on a private Zoom call.
All right, so after talking to the woman I'd been talking to, I packed the rest of my shit up in my car, and I'm driving home, and I say out loud, that's what the fuck I'm talking about. That's what the fuck I'm talking about. Yes. That's what you can do. From now on, that's what you are going to do. That's the kind of woman I want in my life. A fine, beautiful woman that finds me funny. She must have laughed a hundred times at the silly shit I said. She was smiling and laughing her ass off at me. That's one of the most positive reactions I've had out of a girl since I talked to a woman I'd been interested in. So, that left me feeling really nice tonight. I'm like, thank you. Thank you. That feels really good. That's validation at a bare minimum. That's nice validation.
You know what? Maybe next month things go somewhere with one of these women. Or, you know, one that things were going really well with would be fine also. But I'm glad I went. I'm glad I got through all the thoughts in my mind being whiny and bitchy and being like, eh, eh, eh. And this was a fun day, man. This was a fun day. I am thinking if I end up marrying someone like the woman I'd been talking to and have a kid, I might have some real boring-ass journal entries. Like, yeah, I spent time with my wife, parented my child, helped people write books, and that's it. But not today, baby. Not today. We got some more interesting material. Thank you.
It's checkout time. We gotta go. We gotta go. The woman I'd been talking to made my fucking day today, let me tell you. Seeing her smile at me, seeing her laugh at me. She actually proactively touched me a few times when I was talking. I'm like, I'll be damned. I'll be damned. I'll be damned. Yes, please. Picture me rolling home in the car being like, that's what the fuck I'm talking about. From now on, women like her. All right, fuck.
Resume dictation. There's one thing I forgot to add. After a woman I had been seeing messaged me today, I'm like, I need to shut this down. Like, she got a fire for me. I need to dump some water on that shit and put it out. So here's a message I sent her back. I said, I got a date with a girl I'm really looking forward to on Monday, and I'm moving to a house in January that all my family and friends are really excited about. I made a new business plan for helping people write books, and that should take care of my finances. You see, the idea of that message is to stop her from thinking that we're going to get back together. But at the same time, just being honest and not trying to make it about her. It's like, look, I got better options up here. Especially after seeing the woman I'd been talking to tonight. It's like, I am never going to see you again when there's women like that who actually like me. No way. No way. Sorry. I'm just not feeling that connection anymore. And just being around a woman like the one I'd been talking to is so much fun. Her laughter. She's in her late 20s. It's like, sorry, you're not as fun. And I'm demanding fun. I want fun. And if it's not that, I'd rather be single. Have more time with the kids. More time to talk shit in books like this. More time to help people write books and make money, and get my shit together because you know, if a woman like that wanted to date me, I probably need to have my financial shit together. I'm making like 100 plus grand a year. Shit, you know, that looks attractive to a girl to be a stay-at-home mom. So that's how I was reading back my text messages. I'm like, shit, I need to talk about that today too. So peace out, y'all. Appreciate you.
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