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Join Date: Mar 2003
Location: i come from the water
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Feb 23rd, 2006, 01:13 PM
I was being honest and sincere. It bugs me because I'm not a student of the metaphysical. I'm pretty much a materialist when I'm awake and sober. I'd like to believe in eternal souls and a benevolent God and all that jazz, but I'd just as much like for Santa Clause and leprechauns to be real too.
But sometimes I have these flashbacks or panic attacks or something. It's like an overwhelming sense of deja vu. They used to scare me, but I've gotten fairly comfortable with them.
Either it's a lingering deficiency caused by several years of chemical debauchery followed by abstinence, some sort of anxiety disorder, or a glimpse of enlightenment.
I have no fucking clue, honestly.
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