On Everything Part 2
To the knots in my mind that have yet to be untangled.
On Massage Part 2
I am at my sister’s house, and she is lying on the massage table, on her stomach. The fan buzzes softly in the corner, upstairs, one of her kids cries, but none of it matters. This is her one hour of personal time, her chance to escape. I notice my movements today are rigid, stiff, and my mind flashes back to one of my trainers, reminding me, move like water, shift your body like waves at the beach, the ebb and flow.
This matters because shifting your weight, moving with grace, pushes the force through your arms and into the client’s body, minimizing fatigue. So I adjust. I become water, I let myself flow, and suddenly, everything feels calm again, smooth, effortless, like it’s meant to be.
On Artificial Intelligence
One of my classmates in the massage course is fascinating, though not for the reasons you’d expect. She does things that make me scratch my head—or maybe that’s just my scalp being dry.
The other day, I saw her at the sink, looking stressed. I asked how she was managing the course, and she admitted, I’m thinking of dropping out.
Why? I asked.
It’s too much work, she replied, and why do we have to learn so much about bones and muscles? I just want to do the hands-on part.
I took a sip of my water, paused, and said, But isn’t it good we’re learning this? It makes us more competent. Knowing the muscles, the way the fibers run, is crucial to massage effectively.
The conversation then shifted to AI. She admitted she’s been using it for her assignments, which didn’t surprise me, but then she said something that did: I use it for the sit-down tests too.
My eyebrows shot up to the roof and into the atmosphere. I have yet to see them return. That crossed the line for me. Sure, I use AI for assignments—it helps me grasp concepts, prepares me—but I still learn the material. When I sit for tests, it’s me and my knowledge. AI is my mentor, my tutor, training wheels to guide me until I can ride solo. But she seems overly dependent on it, and I worry about how she’ll manage in the real world, where AI can’t always be there to hold your hand.
On Threesomes
Things with Sean, Phong, and me are going well. As you may recall, we met during a threesome on one of my sexual adventures at Pipemakers Park, and I managed to get Sean’s number. Over a week of text exchanges, we’ve planned to meet at their apartment this Saturday, and I’m both nervous and excited.
In the past, I formed a connection with another couple, Tony and Hayden, but the chemistry wasn’t there—the kissing didn’t work—and after one threesome, that was it. We’re acquaintances now, nothing more. This time feels different, though. I’ve suggested something casual, like pizza and board games, to ease the mood. They haven’t replied to that yet, but they did offer me a parking spot in their building, which makes me wonder if I’ll be spending the night, and yes, I’m managing expectations.
I’ve been using AI to help craft my texts to them, ensuring our communication is smooth. At first, I wondered if this was cheating. Am I presenting my authentic self when AI refines my thoughts into perfect sentences? But I’ve decided that the real test comes when we meet in person. There won’t be any AI then, just me, my instincts, and the lessons I’ve learned from the past.
When I see them, I’ll remind myself: become water. Let the moment guide me, adapt to the situation, ebb and flow with whatever comes my way.
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