Is it bad to tease yourself?

So, I’m halfway done with the second day. Anyone I physically spoke to last night is telling me I’m crazy for fasting. Yes, I’m crazy people - didn’t you know this already? Still, I don’t think fasting makes me any crazier. In fact it might just do the opposite. Let’s revisit that thought at the end of the week.

My plan is to last until Friday. If I have to stop before that I will, even though I know how headstrong I can be when I get into situations like this. I remember back in college, I studied for a semester in Australia and attempted to climb Ayers Rock. It’s this controversial and spiritual rock in the middle of the country, and there are lots of people who wish you wouldn’t climb it. Therefore, they make the climb challenging. Everyone I knew was going to climb, and I started to ascend with them. I quit halfway up because the rest of the climb looked more difficult, and I turned around and headed back down. I knew this might be a once in a lifetime opportunity, and that I couldn’t live with myself as a quitter, so the next morning, while all of my friends were asleep, I climbed the rock again. This time to the top. I might be the one of the only people who can actually say they climbed Ayers Rock 1.5 times.

So, today, as the day wears on, I feel less and less like I’m doing the wrong thing by fasting. I am going to make it til Friday, although I’m realizing there are things I should add to the fast, like senna tea and uniodized sea salt, just to actually expel the toxins out of my body. I have a headache that I hope just goes away on its own, but other than that my energy is the same as yesterday. In fact, this boy I work with, I’ll call him “the boy who has done the master cleansing before” or TBWHDTMCB explained to me that not only did he do this for ten days, but he worked out for two hours every day while drinking said concoction. That to me is incredible, as the boy I’m now doing this with is suggesting that I shouldn’t even walk the three miles to work. TBWHDTMCB says that if you do this right you have enough energy to do anything. TBWHDTMCB also says that I’m not making my drink dark enough or putting enough cayenne pepper in my mix. I think he is more hardcore than most, but today TBWHDTMCB is my god and I will do as he says.

The office thinks my energy is draining. I think it’s just from being in an office. Florescent lights can’t be good for the skin, let alone for the soul.

Let’s talk about something else. Something more *interesting
***although that is in and of itself a matter of opinion***
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From the NY Times Op-ed section today (M. Dowd should get credit as I’ve just copied and pasted this from her piece):

“Research published last week in the journal Nature reveals that women are genetically more complex than scientists ever imagined, while men remain the simple creatures they appear.”

“Alas,” said one of the authors of the study, the Duke University genome expert Huntington Willard, “genetically speaking, if you’ve met one man, you’ve met them all. We are, I hate to say it, predictable. You can’t say that about women. Men and women are farther apart than we ever knew. It’s not Mars or Venus. It’s Mars or Venus, Pluto, Jupiter and who knows what other planets.”

“We poor men only have 45 chromosomes to do our work with because our 46th is the pathetic Y that has only a few genes which operate below the waist and above the knees,” Dr. Willard observed. “In contrast, we now know that women have the full 46 chromosomes that they’re getting work from and the 46th is a second X that is working at levels greater than we knew.”
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While that might explain a lot, it’s still annoying to be a woman who loves men and can’t stand that they don’t think enough like me. Not that I don’t love women too, but not usually in the sort of way I like boys. Still, this makes me question just how much easier life might be as a lesbian. Although, knowing the lesbians that I know, that might not be the case at all…Maybe it’s good that boys are so simple. It’s just that I never meet the simple ones…