On Freedom Part 4

In Paris I am filled with love and I don’t know why. I’m not sure that I know what is meant by love when I use it here. I am just happy. I am not bothered by anyone and I do not wish to be bothered by anyone. It has been a long time since both of those things have been true at the same time.

When I say I am not bothered by anyone, I mean I am not annoyed or triggered. I do not find other people personally offensive, though a significant portion of this must be attributed to the fact that I don’t know what anyone is saying. It is the actual epitome of the no thoughts just vibes lifestyle and I am exceedingly into it.

I am experiencing the absence of resentment and it is happy-making. At home, in the United States, I am always in the throws of some kind of resentment event. I find people annoying and obnoxious: too privileged, too loud, too rude, too dishonest, too disingenuous. Not everyone, not all the time, but always someone. There is always someone that I kind of don’t like.

Here I am a traveler, which by definition means that my patterns are broken. I do not know anyone, I do not have history with anyone. Therefore, I experience people in the way that comes most naturally for me: They’re great. They’re cute and wonderful and I wish them the best of luck in all their future endeavors.

When I say I do not want to be bothered by anyone, what I mean is that I do not feel that anyone or anything is missing from my life in these moments here. This, too, is a feeling I am not used to. Normally I suffer…