Friday, February 19, 2010
Dutch
There is a disease and I don't know what it's called that is when you feel like everything around you isn't real and that you have passed away beyond the world of living people. Like if you look at your oven and even though it's real and made of metal like always and touchable you can go up to it and look at it and then you think, "this is not my real oven. It is a fake oven." and then that applies to everything in your life. Like a tree or a box, all of it seems like it's not a thing, it's fakeness in the shape of a thing. And memory can also be affected by this. If you had it you might think that the memories you had are fake and wrong like a ghost. Like to take for example someone who remembers a fire on the beach, down at the ocean, which was hot and which people stood near at night for heat and you got to do it too and then someone has a whole bag of tiny hotdogs and everyone is going to share and guess who's best at finding cooking sticks? You are. But now when you remember the memory it seems more like an imagination fantasy you had and you can't check if it was real. And so think about it, guy: the person with this disease especially if it's a full-on case is thinking that everything around him is unreal and he looks back and the past is the same unreal? What a conundrum, am I right? And especially if recently there has been an unexplained increase in something else for this guy that could stress him, like people making fun of a minor physical scarring issue he or she has on his face. As they say it's looks like a good time for a hug.
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