пост а ля masha
I hate external stimuli that I didn't myself choose.

I always feel like I'm being intruded on, every time there's loud music from a neighboring apartment, or suddenly a higher noise level from the outside, or a trembling of a window glass from a heavy truck passing by.

I'm fine with the fresh powder that slaps me in the face when I slam down the Brianhead or Big Bear slopes; or the trees passing by in a fashion that threatens serious fractures. Because those are stimuli that I CHOOSE, and the rest of perceptually available stuff, although less life-threatening, makes me naseaus, because I did not elect to be subjected to it and yet there it is, motherfucking un-chosen stimulus, creeping onto me with the inevitability of a free web space provider cutting off another mirror of The Holy Akhreduptus (THA).