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the barries which distinguish between reality and imagination completly disappear so that you no longer know the difference between your waking life and your dream life?
Well more seriously, such boundaries don't always exist. Many people are kept sane but their little madnesses or insanities.
Unless you are talking about degenerative illnesses of course...
I dont plan on completely dissappearing, if you are having problems distinguishing between realitiy and imagination, you can always give me a call.
I have a much more blurred boundary between them too.
Dreaming when you are awake is great, leik the opposite of sleepwalking
My name is Marilyn. How dare you.
which is really just a concept, am I actually here to begin with?
if you had a serious mental illness, would you prefer to live or die?
on whether I was having fun or not..!
who would have amazing periods of extreme 'fun' followed by period of bleak incapacity. They kind of destroyed their own life by blamelessly sabotaging all their closest relationships with manic behaviour.
Of healing and getting over problems...
No-one ever does that!
Find big carpet and sweep problems underneath it...
because there is so much to 'normal life' that is illusionary or based on false morality. It is also presented as 'REALITY' where as in fact it is only one of a myriad of options, it is merely the consensually followed option by the majority (with some persuasion/co-ercian. Hence you may be experiancing some difficulties.
In an attempt to boost its 'only reality' position.
Society has opted to try to medically classify all digressive thought and behaviour.
e.g. another option for the way aspergers syndrome/autism is regarded might be to venerate these people. Why not.
Since much kingship/presidency is based on such tenuous qualifications as patrilineal line (as if kings didnt shag around) or those who can spin a lie the best.
Seriously modern thinking is well f**ked
Im glad that I did have enourmous troughs and peaks in my early life (its easy t say now, I realise)
but smooth water all the way would have been worse.
years of studying mental illness has taught me that it's a bit of a laugh. For example an old person suffering from Dementia is nearly always happy with their lives even if they make no sense.
Not the same as my experience of it, when people become so frustrated with themselves that they lose the plot entirely. Those moments of clarity and desperation aren't pretty.