scionreality

It occurred to me one of these past few nights (which? The divisions join and part like water over glass) that I'm once again getting the feeling of being a player cast in the role of myself, and that every day my performance becomes a little less convincing.

This is especially ponderous when I consider how recently the opposite was the unfamilliar, quietly nervous state. Then, I had been acting as I believed the person wearing this skin should act (but not always -hell, not even often- caring to do the part justice), and when the eventual vast distance between my inner and outer selves was reigned in to something reasonable I was at times excruciatingly uncomfortable with the condition. But, perhaps because it's the way we are meant to exist, I quickly became accustomed to it.

Now, there are a few little pills I'm supposed to take every day to make sure I stay out in the world. Like a good little boy I've been taking them more-or-less consistently for... a year and a half. A couple of months ago, for no reason whatsoever, I stopped taking them. I've heard that this happens, but usually there are reasons/excuses that come with it. Sometimes people think they don't need them anymore, or can't afford them, or have some fundamental opposition to the pills themselves or the idea behind them. Me, I have none of that. I just can't see any reason, and there's no excuse. I have the means to continue treatment, and the knowledge of consequences.

I fully intend to resume taking the medication. When? And, while I'm talking about it, there will eventually come a point when I ask instead 'why?'

Hm. I should stop at the pharm before then.






Also, there are these things:

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It's not a bad little life.