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While they are preferable to paranoia, delusions of grandeur are also exhausting, alienating, and as hard to keep in check as the paranoia is. Trying to put limits on it is like trying to nail fog to the wall when said fog is ON FIRE AND YELLING AT YOU.
Tl;DR I am crazy and watching Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves and it is every bit as terrible as I fondly remember, have a poem:
In Soviet Romance
The fashion is for glass hearts,
transparent and fragile,
grown to be beautiful and to break;
but my love is not an art,
my words are far from agile,
and my rusted iron heart is yours to take.
Tl;DR I am crazy and watching Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves and it is every bit as terrible as I fondly remember, have a poem:
In Soviet Romance
The fashion is for glass hearts,
transparent and fragile,
grown to be beautiful and to break;
but my love is not an art,
my words are far from agile,
and my rusted iron heart is yours to take.