follow up on "It's okay"

So later that morning, I was going through my usual sparing match with the negative self talk in my head. Zen comes up a lot laely as it takes my awareness outside of the boxing ring where me and my negative self talk do battle. In fact, it takes me out of the arena, the state, the planet, the universe. It takes me out of time itself. It became a friend, a mentor, a protector. I found myself saying "Zen doesn't care about your opinion of me" (the "your" in this case was some person I was imagining having a conversation with, who was trying to make me feel like a loser because I haven't done anything with my life.) then something occured to me; I am Zen.

And I'm about to learn how to name acids, bases, and ionic compounds the the chemistry book I'm reading. I'm teaching myself chemistry.

Fuck you negative self talk.