I’m a bit obsessive sometimes. I’m sure you’ve noticed. One thing I am clearly obsessed about are parasites. In particular those that inhabit humans, all thousands of them. Not literally but not far off either. Anyways….
It finally occured to me why we crave the things we should not and can not eat. I crave sweets, gluten, dairy, chocolate and alcohol. These are ALL items that specifically cause my body inflammation and issues. Tested and proved to myself countless times. So why do I crave them so much?
So the Times magazine did an expose on parasites eons ago and it said how they invade one organism (animal), take over it’s hosts mind and bodily function, make the host kill itself after it’s basically overrun it from the inside so that it can then pass on to a new bigger host (ideally).
But back to my body and my experience and my little aha.
Parasites want the body to be inflamed so that the more our immune system has to fight off the inflammation the less resources it can devote to cleaning house of parasites. Which we are exposed to constantly.
We come across feces daily and I’m not even counting our own; by touching, inhaling, eating fecal particulates. We are animals that like to believe we are so pristine and not animalistic. It’s hysterical to me really. We are no better than neanderthals just that our foreheads are narrower really. Lol anyway.
Believe me. Don’t believe me. Don’t care. I know the truth. That’s really all that has ever mattered to me in this life.
Maybe I’m a strange duck that way. I seem to value the truth much higher than most people and I am willing to pay the price to live mine. Maybe that’s the difference. 🤷🏽♀️🤷🏽♀️🤷🏽♀️😂
I heard something on a new show the other day. The character said something I am going to butcher terribly, but it was something like “the honest man takes his life in his hands with every truth he speaks.”.
But we aren’t guaranteed our very next breath even. Are we? How do you choose to live? It’s as simple as that.
And yet that isn’t simple at all. Is it? It’s damn hard sometimes; damn fucking hard or at least it can be. This much I know.