闲人

Nothing seems constant anymore. Perhaps nothing has ever been constant. Is the dissociation of the person I am now from the person I once was a recognition of the truth, or is it a deliberate attempt by the mind to shield me from the anxiety of the past. Some people say students of psychology tend to go mad. Maybe they were just poking fun. Maybe it's true. Maybe all the studying about defence mechanisms weaken their effect. After all they are just mind games we play with ourselves, which serve no purpose once their purpose is betrayed. Maybe we need these mind games to retain our sanity. Maybe there is no sanity. What if the vast majority of the world are insane, while the precious few normal people (in a global scale of course) are locked away and prevented from unleashing the truth upon unsuspecting normals? It sure seems that way.

I have been kissed by the devil and left with a scar of big brown lips.