Jacky here is something I have wondered, from time to time: is it kinder to tell a psychotic person that you will not assist in sustaining his delusions, or just to ignore him and hope he figures it out?
Kindness is not a variable that one can lend to a statistician without inevitable incoherency. For example your term to begin with is a non-starter for any sort of reasonable analysis.
Example given is in and of itself, “psychotic.” you're probably conflating psychotic with psychosis, or something implying something negative as though you were really making some sort of insightful subtexual comment in some way.
As I haven't thrown food on the floor, called the police unnecessarily and pulled a knife that I carry with me at all times for months like it was goddam Linus with a security blanket, at all let alone lately, I kind of think you're kind of making fun at a paper target.
Then again, what do I know? Unless I have external validation around me to reinforce my echo chamber, I'm clearly just a psychotic freak. I should learn to minimize myself automatically. Wouldn't that make everything better for everyone? I don't think so.
In any event, the headline here is that I'm not insane, I was being poisoned. The evidence is fairly compelling... I mean it's not just the removal of the idiot gaslighter from my environment, it's also that I couldn't even pretend to be that irritated by trivial bullshit if I tried. And I have.
Oh, how I would love to ask her, if she wanted to say again that you knew nothing about it, and ask her where my book went, but... I just have to wait.
I should buy a copy of the book again, coz like, I can and there's no reason why I shouldn't read it, and I kind of enjoy the fact that something that scares other people is harmless to me.
Like my whole purpose for being the way that I am was born of a foundation of wishing to learn forbidden knowledge and not have to fucking worry about some wanker asked me if I had a license to know things. Oof da.
Anyway, who's psychotic lately? I'm noticing people aren't liking the version of me without poison all that much more, and in fact I feel kind of ostracized further. Not being psychotic, this actually is kind of cool, I sure have a lot more free time.
Anyway, once again did you mean psychosis or psychotic? One is something perfectly normal, and the other one has a connotation that means you think something, I don't know what but, it probably means my mother was a whore? Oh yeah my father was a secret dope fiend in my mother covered him for so many years as she eventually had to tell me by the most desperate conversation I can remember having with anyone.
So which was kinder, acting like somebody had done something wrong, or showing her my actual surprise and delight, coz like, I thought it was awesome there's finally a reason that explained why he was such an asshole, that would be hard to blame me for.
Luckily they're dead. I'm fine. I'm not even stressed about how somebody's going to be really unhappy about 5 months and they don't even know who it is yet. Honestly obeying the commands of some murderous, larceness thug, who called me up and demanded that I forget about somebody that I've known for 5 years, it seemed audit first but I decided to just fucking ignore it and do it anyway!
I think it took about 6 hours for her to break down and start talking to me in her head again, apparently ignoring a person really gets their attention when they're a psychotic fucked-off mess being held prisoner who the fuck knows where.
I'm well aware that I'm making indirect contact here. I was told that would be fine. Just in case you're worried about something, you know I can sense the unease amongst some people, which is perfectly reasonable and rational in the circumstance because I'm kind of fucking uneasy too.
I want your diagnosis with calm assurance. I really have been preparing for this for about 10-11 years, and I am willing to accept that planning for anything on Bellgab was a condition of a psychotic nature. I don't know but let's discuss it instead of talking about how Q is talking about flat Earth now, which amuses you far more than it triggers me.
Oh shit I need hashtags... craving mastered. Somehow without crying wolf. I'm telling you, no joke, it's a Christmas miracle everyday now.
