I feel like, the power scale is opposite. The entertainers feel like they are giving you THEIR time. I feel like I am giving them MINE. Maybe they are cognizant. Maybe. But I feel they are presumptuous–and that could be a schizoaffective delusion of mine. I have them, so it goes, like that and so such.

I don’t want people to prey off me. I’m scared of it. I don’t want people to feed off my time and become successful off my slave labor.

It’s a paranoid fear, for sure, but it’s there. It doesn’t mean it’s nonexistent, just because it’s damned scary.

I’ll keep working on it. I like where things are going, maybe, I’m not sure. We’ll see.

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