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> > > > > I think I'm not really here at all...I'm really in a mental institution with doctors all around me trying to break through my insanity. But all I see is my normal, everyday boring life...Driving to work is really me sitting in a chair, with my hands in the air and my feet pressing imaginary pedals...and everytime I tell someone about This Theory, the doctors get all excited, cause maybe I'm having a breakthrough or something, but I'm not cause I WANT to stay in this imaginary world of mine...(they don't think I'm having a breakthrough now, cause they can't see what I'm typing...they only see my hands moving like Im typing. But maybe they put a keyboard under my hands so that what I'm typing shows up on the screen in the doctors office...and right now nurses are running to check and see if I'm finally coming out of this phsychosis(sp?) and maybe my mom and dad are standing there with tears in their eyes, cause they think their little girl is finally gonna get better and....)
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> > > > > Ti"I think about this WAY too much"cia
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> > > > Okay now I'm waaaaaayy spooked. I've thought of that many times myself. Like when I'm looking into a mirror and grooming; I can see myself but they would only see me "blindly" doing this activity. The part that is a little over the edge is when I'm (trying to be fairly tactful about it) evacuating my bladder, and I'm really just standing in a corner in the cushy, white room.
> > > > If THIS *is* the reality and my perception of reality is just an overly elaborate hallucination, then I must be *really* gone, since I don't fall down when I think I'm going up or down stairs. Nor do I feel myself bumping into the walls of my room which I'm sure would happen frequently.
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> > > > Suddenly, I'm having "Matrix" flashbacks.
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> > > > Tra "Perhaps my mind has wandered too far, and now it's lost -never to return" nio
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> > > You are just in a VERY large room, and subconsciencely you make allowances, such as turning to go down a hall a different direction when there is a wall in your way (in the REAL world) and your mind is SO convinced that you are actually going up stairs that you can actually feel yourself rising steadily as you put one foot in front of the other. Or maybe THEY have set up a stairmaster for you :)
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> > > And the whole bathroom thing...they have nurses running around with buckets for when you decide you need to relieve yourself....scary mental picture, isn't it?
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> > > Ti'sorry about that'cia
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> > > P.S. I thought I was the only one who ever thought this...And when I tell my friends, they all look at me wierd...(not that they don't look at me wierd anyway...
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> > You said that almost TOO knowingly. Are you on staff here? Is this some kind of attempt to bring me back to *your* reality? It's not going to work! I'm on to you! ...and your game. You've tried this before...haven't you?!! When I was a kid, and all of you were robots except me. And I was just some kind of lab rat for your amusement. You were the woman who drugged me in order to carry out some kind of sordid plot under the guise that you were a dental hygenist. Weren't you?!!!
> > My reality is all that I need! I don't need you or your reality or anything else. Except for this chair...and that's all I -and this paddle game.. and that's all I need! I don't need you or --and this lamp. Just the chair, the paddle game and this lamp; that's all I need!!
> > I spit on your reality (pttooow). I f*rt in your general direction. Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!
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> > Tra "slap me. slap me now" nio
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> I'm Laughing so hard my face is cracking...really... I have one of those face mask thingys that dry real hard and, well, anyway...that's too funny. The REALLY scary part is, when I was a kid (I would have been around 8 or so) I used to pretend to BE a robot....hmmmm.
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> Ti"slaps Tranio really, really hard, with a dead fish"cia

Thanks. I'm feeling much better now.
--I hate it when my face mask cracks, 'cause then the puck hits me in the nose, and I bleed profusely. --Oh wait... that wasn't me.

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