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Dealing with the psychological side of witnessing things not accepted by society as possible
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I journaled at one time. Tossed mine out in Wash DC at 6th and Penn, right in front of the JW Marriott. Probably ended up in a storm drain. My God, the shit that was in it ....
ETA: Contained nothing to identify me, except maybe some DNA. Whatever ....
Quoting: Lady Jayne Smith I was half hoping mine would at least make an interesting read for someone...after I had already exited the country and was nowhere near it. I'm probably fairly identifiable, to some, anyway. When there are only three people in the room and one of them is writing about it, and they're talking shit about the other two, it probably becomes obvious.  I actually have someone elses writing that lived in a bush for a few days outside one of my relatives houses. Somehow I picked up a piece of paper one day because I saw some writing on it and was just curious, then saw the trail to where it came from and knew someone had been staying in the bush. Anyhow it made for an interesting read and I kept it thinking I would incorporate it into a piece of art one day. Congrats on your pin OP. Hard to deal with the lack of accept from 3D? Who wants accept from them. Not me. I'm actually quite happy each time I see I'm out of the box, which they confirm. But I'm also long gone, in terms of seeing things, and not being 3D. You just simply stop care after a while. You find yourself and your own group. You are right, and that is where I am at pretty much. Tribe or not tribe I have learned i am ok, fine and ok being alone, but I can't fit into society now that I have become who I am. 
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