Currently I am introspective enough to catch my own lies but they don’t bother me enough to actually do something about them. Sometimes I step back to look at myself but end up questioning where I am looking from. Can objectivity be self-imposed? Maybe what you call crazy is a slice of my reality. We don’t know each other very well, actually, and that’s kind of a comforting thought. Not because I am afraid to share but because I don’t have the capacity to fully understand. Or maybe I just don’t want to try. Fragmentation of thought is not optimal in communication. It is, on one hand, how I think, though. Sometimes the puzzle misses some pieces, but it’s not your favorite shade of blue so you’re going to hate it anyways. I would usually phrase more cohesively, but I wanted to save this shot. Nobody wants to know how sausages are made.