Here is my starting point:

Here is my place to write stuff:

Right now I am dealing with a lot of anxiety as we all are, every day.  And this makes me feel/ask the following questions:

Does reality exist? 

Are we real?

Am I a real person? 

 Do my wants and needs seem strange and unlikely to other people? 
If I am a real person and my wants and needs are deemed strange and unlikely does this make me a strange and unlikely person? 

(Unlikely in the sense: I just found a diamond in the dustbin) 
Or am I just me myself and I? 

I’m not sure of those answers. 

What I do know is that I have never been quite normal. I’m sure many of my future theoretical readers can relate to that idea. 

I have always been a person who would, for example, would have hysterics at the series finale when the main character never returned home. (Thanks a fucking lot Quantum Leap, Bellasarious Productions). This happened when I was in my teens and I still mourn for Samuel Beckett. The sciencist not the the playwright. Played by Scott Bakula. With Dean Stockwell. 

I have  what you would call a sensitive nature. I feel a great and overwhelming grief we all experience just for being alive. 

My feelings are like a bird’s pin feathers. Close to the surface and easy to bruise. 

So if you want to read more about my life and struggles I will post more. 


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