i'm so bored out of my mind that i'm blogging
but i guess it is a mental timeout (almost like the chocolate bar itself), a form of mental reward i bestow upon myself for having survived from 4-8 at level 4 all by myself where the temperature is not too cold and not too hot and not too stuffy (unless someone else plants himself/themselves here and contests for my oxygen that so rightly belongs to the longest dweller of the regions) and will continue to survive even though it is no shrine unlike discussion room 1 & without offerings from travellers of far and wide yes i know this is called rambling, which we are all entitled to occasionally after being so intellectually stimulated (overstimulated in fact) where it has reached the extent of analyzing clubbing activities in social psych (i'm starting to get annoyed with myself don't worry it won't last long more) with examples like aggression in bouncers, prejudice against drunkards, takers-of-advantage (cough cough), stereotypes of the scantily clad and the people who dance excessively, the conformity of people who participate in mambo, following the dance moves modelled by people on the podium thinking that they are the epitome of jive, ultimately forming the victims of informational as well as normative social influence.
that was by far the longest sentence of my verbal history
flouting ten thousand grammatical rules and laws of convolution
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i feel the onset of anxiety, mood and dissociative disorders
mostly bipolar disorder where i alternate between manic and hypomania episodes
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