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I can never tell when I have gone to far...Other than the fact that I always measure my experiences by other's reactions to my explanations.

I used to feel trapped in some strange world removed from the blind/unquestioning reality tunnel in which I found myself forced to deal with just so I was not locked away by some form of subverted schizoid madness.

But now, when ever the ridiculous social trauma of life begin to weigh down upon me, I think of the dead cat I came across while in a similar mind state, chain of though as I have come to refer to it as...nothing has any meaning when weighed against the measure of our lives...the shear joy of existence (does the knowledge that I was a planned pregnancy colour my way of thinking? I belive so) overrides the pain that comes from life.