I just dropped alcohol. I don't smoke. I don't touch drugs. I'm functionally celibate. I fit every physical constraint of a priest or a straight-edger at the moment, but I think radically differently. I really try not to limit myself on principle alone. I stopped drinking because I realized I derive no joy from being drunk. I don't smoke because it quickly gets expensive. I avoid drugs for the same reason. I'm too lazy and ambivalent to care about sex. It's good that the thought always counts. I'd hate to think I was living as clean as a man of faith should for anything other than personal preference. I was even working out regularly until I broke my hand. Before I know it I'll be eating healthy food and riding my bike to nearby destinations and I'll have no idea what happened to the miserly leech I once was.
Meh. People who do it for God or principle tend to get on their friends' nerves.
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should proclaim yourself to be a priest of the butter god.
Hey... living that kind of life isn't all that bad. But you'd never eat healthy. You need that eight piece, skinny boy.
Oh, I'm not complaining. I rather like it. It's just weird.
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