Why I am Stupid.

[nny]

I feel stupid a lot of the time.

This is because everything I know, because I know it, seems self-evident and obvious.

Everything I know then is, in my head, common knowledge. Common sense.

I therefore assume that everything that you know which I don't is something you know on top of all the knowledge you share with me.

You all know quite a lot that I don't.

So I feel stupid an awful lot.

I forget that maybe you don't know what I know.

For example, I bet you didn't know I'm still in my pyjamas and can't be arsed to get dressed.

Ha!

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[darthrami.livejournal.com]

*hides*

Honestly, though. I mean. Okay, the reason that I'm finally able to be happy with myself most of the time anymore is because I've accepted the fact that all of my fears and reservations and such that make me feel like an utter moron, and that I shouldn't be allowed to live? are held by about 95% of the rest of the world's population. And I've been trying to explain this to S lately, too. All those things that you let fester and worm around in your brain and bring you down and make you scared and make you feel Weird and Different and Other Words That Your Brain Capitalises Because They're Big And Scary, are hiding out in your brain because it is human nature to feel like you're alone. But you're not. Nobody is. I mean, ultimately, we all are, we live alone, we die alone, we're the only ones who know what's going on inside of our heads - but we're not alone in having those feelings. It's something common to people everywhere. And yes, I'm going to quit being existential at you, but not before I quote Dar:

I wake up, and I ask myself what state I'm in
And I say, well, I'm lucky, 'cause I am like East Berlin
I had this wall and what I knew of the free world
Was that I could hear their fireworks and I could hear their radios

And I thought that if we met, I would only start confessing
And they'd know that I was scared, they would know that I was guessing
But the wall came down, and there they stood before me
With their stumbling and they're mumbling and their calling out,
Just like me

*hugs you lots*

[darthrami.livejournal.com]

*headdesk* SEE their fireworks. d'oh.