Well, what normal people couldn't achive, a group of occultists just did.
I decided to stay on the path of normal people. I mean seeing that many insane, stuck up and not to mention scary people all grouped together, talking about dragons and demons and the end of the world and dying in the fight... Sheeesh.
It sure made a huge impact on me.
Seriously, I was thinking of calling the nice guys with the tailor-made white jackets. I mean sure, I had the odd thought or two (or more), but I never dreamed I was a dragon or some imaginary forest creature. It even entered my mind to become a religious Catholic jut to escape the insanity... and repent.
These people are too far gone to realize that if they indeed came to this Earth to do things in disguise, they would have to blend in, and not be total oddballs. More so if they are indeed getting ready for some badass fight or another. (Nah, they are just living in their own little world and... I hope never to cross path with most of them. There is one I wanna cross paths tho. And I want to stuff his nuts down his throat and enjoy seeing him swallow them.)
No. Actually I think they were insane, and nothing else. One or two of them sure was nice, but I felt like I was under interrogation most of the time. And I do NOT enjoy that. (During it I was listing the mental illnesses they must have.)
Also, I'm taking down my dream blog for this reason. I feel my dreams are my own concern, and so far too many have been privy to them. I do not enjoy hearing them back, warped by a third party, molded to their own liking. I also do not enjoy them demanding for information they feel I may hold. (Which I do not by the way.)
No, my dreams will be better off cathegorized by me and stored safely. It's a bit vindictive of me, but I feel abused, and that is what happens when I do.
I crawl back into my little corner and seal up my things.
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