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A Little Neurosis Goes a Long Way
There are days when I think I should have a warning label.
I can be a handful. I have been described as being a little “extra.” I swear, I can’t help it. My brain is a weird place.
I feel like there should be bracelets that we can wear that have our neuroses stamped on them like bracelets people wear to alert others of their medical conditions. I just think this would make the world a much better place.
Of course, this would mean that we would need to know and own our neuroses for this to work. That is the hard part. Speaking for myself, this is not necessarily an issue.
Not only do I know and own my neuroses but it seems these days I find myself slapping a small coat and a collar on them and walk them around like they’re fucking Chihuahuas.
You know, like they’re beautiful and should be shared with the world. I completely understand this may not the case.
What’s fun is that there is a glory, satisfaction, and self-actualization I feel in realizing I am being a neurotic assclown. There is that moment of self-awareness that comes when you see what you’re doing and understand exactly why you’re doing it.
