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It is crazy to live the way I do, the mess, the cats, and everything.
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organized is for idiots. Genius can handle chaos.
(my mother is messy clean. It looks organized, but she puts driver's licence among cosmetics, hides passports in books (and forgets WHICH), big cash among tea bags and keys who knows where. I guess I lived too long on the dorm and among intellectuals... so I think clean appartments are overrated. Mausoleums are clean. Homes are messy and lived in... and with cats, it's choice between clean appartment and cats. I chose cats)
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'Doctor doctor wont you please prescribe me something, a day in the life of someone else. Coz I'm a hazzard to myself, dont let me get me, I'm my own worst enemy, its bad when you annoy yourself, so irritating, dont wanna be my friend no more, I wanna be somebody else...' Your thread reminded me of
and old favourite song of mine... This used to be my theme song at 1 stage, so I do relate, but like someone pointed out, I could be ridden with cancer or aids instead, so I count my blessings where I can...
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oh, i love the song too.
and seriously, there are worse things than being cray-cray. You could be born in Gaza (although i doubt many keep their sanity for too long there).
and **** it, i am me. I don't wanna be normal decent person... I am sometimes scared of going sane. Must be awfully boring. I mean, they have weekend houses and boring jobs and "travel" means to them going to same overcrowded beach and ENJOY IT. Ewww, ewww, ewwwww.
I prefer to be cray-cray. I WANT to be sad over the state of the world and i WANT to be able to feel the world turning and feel the history when i take off my shoes and cobble stones (normal people think it's awfully scandalous to take off shoes, no matter how much they hurt their feet. Or that it's crazy to dance on cobble stones, just for the fact you are alive).
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