I don't subscribe to social norms. I believe they only exist because we allow them to exist. I don't think I even have the ability to adhere to them. If I don't have any clean socks, I don't wear socks. If I don't have any clean underwear, I don't wear them either. There is nothing more liberating than not wearing any underwear, by the way. I mean, I recommend wearing them, it's sanitary, but if you don't have any clean ones left, it's alot less sanitary to wear dirty ones. When you're having a bad day at work and your boss is reaming you out, it's almost soothing - Yes, I understand your concerned about Mr. F's dog, and yes, I should have told the pilots to turn the heat on in the luggage compartment, but I didn't, and I'm not wearing any underwear. Smile stupidly now.
When I know what I want, I don't faulter. Knowing what you want and being honest about it, it's as liberating as walking around commando. But I have no concept of time. I become overly focused. I've already established the fact that I have no concept of what is "normal" or what I should be saying or doing at any particular time. Strange things come out of my mouth, words and paper and foam, whatever.
Why do I do it? Well, I believe I could be insane. There's no other reasoning except that maybe I was actually brought up by wild animals and my parents just felt sorry for me and told me they misplaced me for a few years. I'd understand, they don't have to lie to me. That would explain sooo much...
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