Remembering all these tall tales, exaggerations that seem to symbolically point out something else, right on the tip of the tongue. My mom in her paranoia realm would weave tales of everyday treachery. What could seem normal on the surface could be a malicious abomination underneath. Be careful where you tread when you talk to yourself or try to relate to the outside. Put myself to the realm of sociologist, take a step back, not to drop out or make fun on the sidelines... rather to count out bias arguments.
The tall tales in their extreme would bear open the social flaw, the social blight of paranoid society. Any addictions of clinging to emotions isn't the real me. I know what I mean. Only domesticated people treated like animals exhibit antisocial behaviours. Break me out of the human zoo. The true bond between people is more important than the distraction or assimilation. You need not bare the mark of the assimilation process to belong, there is no shame in the scars.
Can the hearsay become an unmentionable heresy? When I know how to shut that trap, shut that hole. The gossip pit got sick and dripped suck out of hand. The repulsed reaction won the day except the reversed revolution came into play from this revulsion kept at bay. I'm not so smart, gotta start all over again. To pen and peg it all away, plug away. Everyday is a new day.
Now where to go in the mind? To not just make blind prejudice pronouncements like I've got something to hide inside. No to be not blind and be hearty felt and knowing always. Keep the spark even if it may not be able to flame for a time. Better than losing it, than giving up or in. No fun in that, if it's not fun it's not working. Oh yea come to be feeling alright. Am I feeling this right. okay cool.