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8:51 p.m. - February 09, 2003 I�m tired of feeling in a constant state of slipping (slippage?) when everything is indeed right-set and it�s me who�s walking funny. Tonight there was a moment when my sister, the Great Idiot, and myself went to the grocery store (sister cooked dinner) and the Great Idiot made straight for the cereal isle and I put my arm out to stop him and said No, always begin at the left and he looked at me and said No matter what your sister says, you�re crazy. Don�t children and idiots see past the obscure and call things for what they are? I don�t know what�s going on, I�m feeling disenfranchised from myself. Sister held up bottles of salad dressing Which do you like best? as if I were a child or a simpleton or both and I thought Have I been medicated and don�t know it, or am I always like this? But recall, my self-medicating takes the form of school and projects and books and that�s dandy as ever; my paper due tomorrow is perfect and I am satisfied and I will aptly demonstrate that I can hold my own in literature as well as linguistics and cognitive science and I will not yawn while doing so. A vague remembrance of conceit and confidence, there, but it belies the worry that I will be outdone by my peers and someone � two, three, four � will think Why the hell is this dufus amongst us? and the query will be justly pondered. I don�t want to shine, I want to illuminate, but often I feel I expend everything like the supernovae, a poof! of brilliance and fading glory afterwards. Damn. I need outside validation too much. I worry I�ll never achieve contentment and the worry tires me more than the pressing on without a map and zero clue of where to place my feet. Erratic sleep again.
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