Paranoia Agent is The Slug of Human Life

 

I had no helper, I am the only one trying, I'm a good man, I am the greatest , they are just jealous of me, I'm being attacked, why don't they love me, I'm The first, the best, these delusional thoughts are.whst drives our impulses, Could they be reified by a person. Running us tagged trying to meet certain expectations, bathed with flammable shavings of our mold, which we must take time to dispose or rather expunged, with"who has sent me on this errand" which me am I doing all this for" the human form sometimes forget its chasing after a perfection

But who then are you when those very thoughts could be implanted, Are you a martyr or a sacrifice, a life or a lesson, is your life a lesson?

Our personalities even alter, detracts and fights within us for executive functioning, it's a barf and a smile, dementors suppress, trying to keep it all together in that balancing act, of love, pain, ambition and time.

This human that morphs, works needs love, assurance but most of all needs forgiveness, shocked also at actions It would seem when the thoughts are not his own. 

Satoshi Kon's masterpiece should be studied in Psych majors, depicting human life in it's exact weighing scale, some live a fantasy, many live a delusion, We might walk the street the same but some people see imaginary applauses and cheers even when they talk, with their 'who is this?' thought, who really is this thought, could it be...

When actions go unchecked and the brakes if reasoning shriek in complaint, but the contrived remains unyielding, prodding us to take it just a mite, It isn't a little too far, remember you are the first, the greatest, you are the best, there are just jealous of you, need, you need, ... sometimes all you need is a bat to the head 

A happy new year!

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