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Here's a re-run, originally posted August 2006 because I'm still feeling too crappy to post coherently. Certain concepts regarding reality are hitting home hard, it's not that I've never noticed them before, it's just that I've always thought I'd had a choice whether or not to accept them. That by refusing to accept these "truths" I was forging a new truth, like a personal brane. The problem is, influence always overshadows, making my personal reality still harmonize with the general reality. Only slightly off though so that the truths in "normal" reality become even more apparent. It's not really a choice at all then, is it? Uh, yeah, I know I'm not making sense and these are things most people come to grips with by the time they're 18. I think it will be a while before I get sorted. Or do I even want to be "sorted"? I mean, I've made it to 35 without growing up, why bother now? Yeeeah, not really a choice. In the mean time, I've also been contemplating my favorite paradox of all..."fuck you I'm drunk and I'm gonna be drunk until the next time I'm drunk" ;)