Sometimes I lose track of what is real and what is not.

Sometimes I lose track of what is real and what is not.

Sometimes I lose track of what is real and what is not.

And I feel different from other people.

Everything looks simple and it makes me arrogant.

I dare not say anything because I don’t want to be locked up again.

4 Comments on “Sometimes I lose track of what is real and what is not.

  1.  by  Jennifer Froderman

    I can relate. Society seems to want to reject anything unusual or different like a bad organ transplant. Sure, there are some serious mental issues needing medication, but not so long ago the medical commuinty also thought homosexuality was a mental illness…

    You are different. Whatever may be going on in your life right now, you are different and no matter why its not a bad thing to be ashamed or embarrassed about. Everyone has a story. Tell yours.

  2.  by  Tom McG

    VERY well said, Jennifer!! Perhaps difference would be easier if the OP can work on the arrogance. Perhaps a lower profile is the way to go; keeping the knowledge that things are simple closer in and just living a life without being overbearing. Also, what if the arrogance is a defense mechanism? For what? Once that piece of the puzzle is worked out, then things may be smoother.

  3.  by  Tony

    There’s a very real possibility that you are simply a hell of lot more advanced than the rest of us. Intuitively, intellectually, analytically…I could go on.
    Jennifer & Tom each make good points which I shall humbly attempt to merge into one: play your thoughts close to the chest until you find a way to express them that “others” will find credible & palatable. I’m thinking writings, i.e., books, essays, dissertations, blogs, etc. Personally? I’d be very interested in learning more about your point of view & what you think.

  4.  by  Heather

    I feel the same but that it is all thin. I realized we are everything and nothing, a bunch of atoms bumping into each other and that no matter how entwined we seem we are actually alone in our transit from here to there. It scares the hell out of me.

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