>>24
You do realize normality is an imposed condition? There is no such thing as normal, not in the sense that you think it exists. What you accept as "normal" is nothing more than insect mentality. You've accepted what others expect from you, you play into it, it's become your role, an identity, and sense of worth.
Ask anyone who they are, most of them will self identify as whatever their profession is. I'm a banker, a lawyer, a plumber, a truck driver, an artist. They've deluded themselves into accepting a socially demanded role as an Identity. Tell me then, who's more delusional, you, who have no identity save for what's given to you, or she who constantly reinvents herself to suit her own needs? You're not your fucking khakis for fuck's sake.
Schizoid, delusional, anti-social. So far I haven't heard anything worth worrying about. For the record everyone without exemption, and that includes you, is fucked in the head.
BTW, I am the reason you lock your doors at night. I am the reason you'll cross the street. I am the reason you pray for deliverance from evil, and pray that you escaped my notice. You didn't, I saw you. I just don't care. Huddle at night, and be glad that I didn't come see you today. (see how easy it is to fall into a role someone else expects you to play?)
Seriously, your butthurtness funny to me. It should be funny to you too. Free your self from expectation, act without lust for result, do something because you felt like it, not because you "should". Go ahead let slip the mask of civility, see who you are underneath, see your own ugliness, and revel in it, it's yours. Be who you are when no one's looking. She is. I am.
you can be, but will you?
I don't do white-knighteyness. I don't do touchy-feely, I do ouchy-bleedy, and I like it.
>>11 sees much. Understands.
>and for some reason -like, I guess, fucking creepy followers-
Mm, yeah. That would be me, to a point, I creep everyone out, even the creeps. It can't be helped. Well, that's not entirely true, I just don't feel like making the effort.
So tell me mister first year psyche student, who is the more fuktup;(official clinical term, really.), you, me, or her. BTW wanting approval is not the same as needing approval, one day you'll learn the difference.
Allrightythen, now that's all I have to say about that, um, like again & stuff.
What, no soundtrack? Fine, I'm in the mood for Nails again.
http://www.youtube.com/v/CBOhQamGGuI