Storylog

When I was very young I was terrified of dogs.  It was their quickness, their ability to outrun me. And their teeth. How did I know what they were thinking?  Would they hurt me if they had the chance? Maybe I thought that way because some part of me expected that kind of unpredictable cruelty, [...]

Being paranoid is really just the ability to read minds incorrectly. I got tired of people saying I’m paranoid (and being paranoid, I guess), so I’m glad I quit doing drugs. I have enough trouble reading my own mind; the best move was just to leave everyone else’s mind alone. Looking back, I probably should [...]