What if sanity was just a curse? (literal thought I had in the shower yesterday)
All but you?
No, all but me!
It sure fucking feels that way sometimes. I had an argument with one of my parents the other day over the fact that she was completely incapable of understanding any distinction between a war and a genocide. “It’s war; they’re the enemy. You kill the enemy in war” - in direct response to me asking if she was okay with elementary schools being bombed.
Bizarre, surreal, and severely dejecting.
Perhaps being sane in an insane world is a type of insanity all it’s own.
What do you call something that’s like a showerthought but without the thought? Can’t just call it a shower, name’s taken.
I’m going to take a shower now, brb when I get inspired.
Followup question.
“As opposed to what?”
If everyone is “insane”, what would a “not insane” person look like if one hypothetically did exist?
Suicidal.
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