Lonely.

[naamah_darling]

I used to hear voices, in the dark, before I went to sleep. A low murmuring, always male, either incomprehensible or nonsense words strung together with the cadence of speech. I always thought it was cool, and I found it comforting. I assumed it was the tinnitus I've had since I was a kid, but when I got medicated for the bipolar thing, they

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[wetdryvac]

*shrugs*

I talk to pretty much anything that talks to me, even if the conversation is internal, or of position, motion, and contact. The only reason I avoid the more vocal forms of conversation in public is that it tends to shake random passerby on occasion.

Tracking the various elements for consistency, "Is real, is internal self, is internal unreal, is external unreal, is external real," Requires - for me - some attention to detail. That my system works for me doesn't mean that it would work for others - I don't expect *any* person's system to work, in total, for other people.

I am often annoyed that functional, safe systems which *look* odd from the outside tend to get smashed by society, while some unsafe, actively harmful ones get a passing grade and smiles from those around them. Which means in turn, "If it works for you, and you can keep society from hammering you for it, go for it."

Holding a loved one in a dream or otherwise - that's good stuff. Mostly the sort of stuff society gets odd wobbles about, dreaming, but not something I find pathetic.