No really we will teach you to calm yourself or excite yourself as necessary, and in touch with the reality around you, while not abandoning the reality you've built within. A fantasy world if you want to call it that for simplicity's sake (and we are none of us, simple people. we can appear plausibly simple, even to ourselves, but in my experience our roads are particularly messy and gnarly for a variety--perhaps even a garden variety, but exponential varieties of garden varieties all happening at the same time with exponential force.
I hear this gets better with practice. But why should we have to practice a natural state of being. Well, deaf people practice sign language. To be better understood.
Oedypus's problem? not that he fucked his mother, no.
But that he didn't know himself.
See, if he knew he was her son, he would not have fucked her. If he'd known he was his father's son he would not have killed him. And none of that shit would of gone down. That basic knowledge of "Who am I?" would have caused him to made different decisions. Presumably. I think we can presume Jocasta was not a MILF and Oedypus was not a perv.FINE in pink at end of text so you know you 've got it all. Save feature on Blogger weirding out. I think it has something to do with signing in and out of google to get gmail under different account. Answering letter between blog and actual letter (DO not try this at HOME kids==hit that send key at the wrong time ===after a fantasy tirade against boss=== and U R scrod.
