That Freud stuff, though? It really freaks me out. There’s something about the 70s, about those theories and ideas—like mental leverage—that threaten to destabilize me. It’s almost like a stake driven straight through my heart; I can smell it from a mile away. I’m still trying to process a recent encounter I had, and I can see the spirit behind how it was delivered. I’m not naturally charismatic, but this demon Freud left behind still haunts many people, and I recognize it for what it is. It seems like everyone around here is shackled by their addictions, and honestly, I find the passion behind it all intriguing—an intense fire that drives their lives forward. You know what brings me even more joy when I feel God humbling me? It’s falling back into old habits, indulging them for a little while until they’re finally broken and cursing them. I trust that He always removes them at His perfect timing. I view these habits as tools—passion-fueled ones—that stir my prayer life and other pursuits. Ultimately, I aim to be like a Christian mob boss—strong, commanding, and unshakeable. The real thrill, of course, comes from watching those around me point fingers—yet, in the end, we all find our way and enjoy our own fun. Because He works all things together for good. Like Luther, I enjoy my metaphorical beer and find joy in the struggle—embracing the fight. This one’s for Geno—I really miss that man. He was a truly grace-filled soul. Geno hated being enslaved to self-righteousness, and that was one of the things I loved most about him. There’s a clear difference between genuine human weakness and mere pretense.