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Performance of the Self: A Psycho-therapeutic existential crisis artist

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What's Here?

Before I say anything; the whole, "Do I know you?" On my phone over and over is getting really boring and annoying. If you want to talk to ME, then you're going to have to say that. Saying I gave you my number at some party of a friend of a friend of a friend is just not going to strike up a conversation, it's gonna get your number blocked and deleted. And please rethink your shaming approach, another misstep for you... This site is a repository of MY OWN little world. If you subscribe for free, I'll love you forever and you'll also get access to daily journaling that began recently, and I can bet will be ohhhh soooo inconsistent, some lo-fi videos to music I've created, and some of the photos I've been collecting along the way. And, if you're not interested in subscribing but in being nosy about someone's life without them knowing, you can go to my older journal. You know, your general musing of a psychotic bipolar PTSD-laden introvert living on the edge, which is sometimes too obnoxious for their excellence and waiting for the end. A typical nobody. Yes, I'm that bored. General thoughts and craziness, but is it? I've been a therapist for a while now and have come across many presentations of the self, yes, a throwback to Goffman (Although I've recently re-listened and am questioning it's whole racial stance (antiquated? I think so.), and while I'm on the other side of the desk or couch now. I see myself in many people who come to me for "help," but therapy is not about the therapist/s. It's ultimately about you and your journey to self-acceptance, and we are all on that journey no matter how good we are at playing adult; let your guard down here. I'm not trying to harm. I only want you to have fun.

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The 5 Ws

Who: Sin Sevens, just my name flipped shortened and for now, have removed the T. I've noticed promising or saying I'll do something usually ends up the exact opposite and yet just another truth of my life. We all know reality is an illusion, but damn, it is persistent. I mean, the table we knock on is sometimes wood.
What: A repository of sorts; I know there are those of us whose lives belong to the universe and vice versa, but how excellent is it a solipsist? Sometimes so unique that it is lonely because if you are a reflection of me, then it follows I am a reflection of you. Where I used to think the things I read were more metaphor than objective, yet malleable, expressions of reality, at this stage in the game, I believe the bias has leaned towards the latter.
Why: I understood that we generated reality a long time ago and because I've been looking for you for too long. Please find me! Before you or I make the jump again, we start all over. The tables are turned, and the side is flipped. I lost those I thought I loved and now find myself stuck here, amusing myself with exploring thoughts, ideas, and concepts that are sometimes only available in small doses. And sometimes sensual expressed in maybe not the most sophisticated of ways. So... if you are offended by curse words, human nature, or convoluted thinking, I'm probably not for you.
Where/When: I'm attempting to pull an idea from the air, so forgive the delay... I'll try to let you know where I'll be, and if only the ghosts, and well, you know, show up then I'll never be challenged to confront what so pains me. One of the most awkward people I've ever been thus far in my expression of the self.

Living life in the existential angst that we all feel somewhere inside

I remember a long time ago, I was either in college or grad school and would wake up for the gym before my day. This person on the treadmill used to have headphones on and would sing to the songs as they worked out, and the rest of the gym, in awkward silence, would look back and forth at each other with their crusty annoyed looks, well the ones that didn't also have headphones on. On the other hand, I found it fascinating that this person didn't seem to care that a room full of fit Los Angelenos was staring and glaring. And every day for months, this person showed up until I moved. I never talked to them, but secretly inside, I asked the universe what it takes to be confident enough to be how you might behave at home and still have the mental wherewithal to change from station to station and context to context. Or like one of my first acting teachers that acted like a complete idiot on (as an example) the first day of class to demonstrate that to let the ego go is not to care. These observations of others terrified me and excited me at the same time. Who are we but constructions of what we've read, watched, heard, learned, and discovered?

It is something that is put out there ...

We are a blink or less. A grain of sand on the seashore forgotten if ever remembered. Just an abbreviated memory that we love so much, and before you know it goes out of reach into the metaphor sky and spirit. Do you look down on this tiny little zoo? Can you capsize the world without much happening? Specific sources would say no. But I find the less tied to the world I am, the most ethereal it becomes, and that balance is, excuse the repetition, both magical and dark.

And finally, if you even gotten here I can be seen Instagram Sin_Sevens and this goes out to anyone of age no matter how strange it seem, it's a throwback and homage to Miss Bette Midler and her beginnings at a bathhouse. I suppose a GrowLR app would be today's equivalent this is where you'll catch me live often, doing whatever it is a crisis artist does; yes all genders and presentations welcome, just be an adult. Also, this is the only "LIVE," channel, please do not contact me on other platforms unless you understand the context.

Sin Sevens is SIC

Performance of the Self: A Psycho-therapeutic existential crisis artist

Performances: IN VIVO PRESENTATION OF THE SELVES, as interactive as the self inside allows for it to be: join me, I might be near you soon.

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Comedy of Poverty Lyric Video

Is this fiction, reality, embellishment, psychotic, or safe.

Welcome to Sin Sevens's constructed crisis

TIME MAN - single cover image

TIME MAN

I WANTED YOUR ATTENTION

I wanted Your Attention

What's Here?

The 5 Ws

Living life in the existential angst that we all feel somewhere inside

It is something that is put out there ...

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Sin Sevens is SIC

Performance of the Self: A Psycho-therapeutic existential crisis artist

Performances: IN VIVO PRESENTATION OF THE SELVES, as interactive as the self inside allows for it to be: join me, I might be near you soon.

RETRIBUTION

RETRIBUTION

RETRIBUTION

ROMEO&JULIET

ROMEO&JULIET

ROMEO&JULIET

Comedy of Poverty Lyric Video

Is this fiction, reality, embellishment, psychotic, or safe.

Welcome to Sin Sevens's constructed crisis

TIME MAN - single cover image

TIME MAN

I WANTED YOUR ATTENTION

I wanted Your Attention

What's Here?

The 5 Ws

Living life in the existential angst that we all feel somewhere inside

It is something that is put out there ...

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