I have an update to provide. Before I encountered my new friend, a buddhist monk was walking ahead of me. This caused an schism within me, coming back to remind me later in the night of the path I keep delininating from.
Anyway, the guy is nuts. No surprise about that. Brilliant guy, who's been dealt a caustic hand of cards and uses them as excuses to justify his behaviour and generally be a shitty contrarian asshole against authority yet needs the authority position he holds to feel power. I definitely got a lot of power hungry fantasies coming from him, which didn't surprise me as my initial impressed was fairly on the dot.
He has a good guitar and even showed me a few tricks, which is really cool as I rarely meet good guitarists who're willing to look past their fragile ego, to show me a few tricks. Good stuff.
Today I'm feeling torn inside as I broke a few rules. My idea to abstain from marijuana was cut short as all forms of lust overwhelmed me, collapsing any willpower I've shown in the last few months.
Then I regretfully got a blowie. What a mistake. Turns out I'm not a poof. The entire event really has maken me take a good inward look, but still a valuable lesson nonetheless that I'm glad has shown the shame still residing below the surface is a signal that I shouldn't have ignored.
It was cool discussing philostaphee, even if he's a self-described anarchist/marxist/blahblahblah. What I disliked what his grandiose ego trying to categorize me within his mysticism. Also the wicka/drug usage sickened me.
inb4 he reads this and have to deal with a stalker
And his roommates are furries, and other undesirables. Fugging hell what a night.