i would say you're the Picasso of daily routines. i've been reading your posts and either you're getting crazier, or the world is just dithering around you to the point where it's becoming more entertaining than it rightfully aught to. we need to hang out more often. there's an element missing from my life.
I want to believe that I'm getting crazier, but throught the fucking catch-22 rules of psychology that somehow fucking invalidates my actually being crazy. Well I'm rapidly brinking dementia okay! I can fucking say that and it doesn't become any less true. I mean if I insisted I was crazy all of the time and that invalidated my insanity then they'd have to lock me up for being insane because I think I'm insane when I'm obviously not.
i dunno, i've met plenty of crazy people, who tout their craziness like it's a gauge of their success at the game of life. provided the majority of them think they're crazy for completely different reasons than the rest of society does, but hey, at least they're on the right track... sorta. in your case, though, i'm not sure "crazy" is the right word. when insanity becomes functional, it's no longer a bug, but more of a feature. you tend to pay attention to your mind state well enough to know all the things that would label you as crazy and harness them for inspiration to fuck with people. i guess i'm saying that you're not so much a victim to your flaws, as an avid sniper who uses his flaws as ammo.
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