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this is a little unusual for me, both in that i typically prefer to write these things with my hands, and that i’m even writing this at all.
But the story goes as follows, maybe the beatles had it right when they sang that i am he is she is we are all together, or whatever, but i’m in the midst of a learning experience that I’ve never encountered before. Or at least, not on this grand a scale.
There are unusual things that i do, such as pretending to be a dinosaur or singing like i know how to sing, but these are all things that are invariably me, and thusly, make me who i am.
This typically generates one of two responses: people either like me, not knowing who I really am, as i rarely expose it for the world to see, or they don’t like me, because they don’t necessarily understand me, or they perceive me through eyes that are attuned to deceit, so they see right through all of my bullshit and see me as the not so great person i’ve become.
But maybe that is selling myself too short.
No short joke intended, but it was worth pointing out.
Anyways, the point is, i am a crazy fucked up individual who is different from everyone else, but is exactly the same at the same time.
I know it may seem paradoxical, hell I’m having a hard time believing it as i write it, but this is what i feel to be true, somewhere deep inside of me.
Solidarity becomes more and more the path that I walk, and i’m growing ever more comfortable with it, to the point where I’m actually beginning to love it; to thrive on it. I desperately need that feeling of loneliness because it keeps me insane, which is exactly what I want to be. I want to be crazy, I want nothing more than to live the life of a crazy man, but I know that it’s not an easy task, but someone has to do it, if for no other reason than to ensure that other people remain grounded in their own minds.
Living a life of servitude towards my friends and family, as a virgo often will.