Win32:Nimda

Plural Catch-22: the path to happiness is lined with people who will call you fake for trying to walk it.

Fuck them. Walk it anyway.

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What does anyone you want from us? For us to shut up and disappear so you can call us fake again? For us to drag ourselves over hot coals until we're in enough pain to satisfy you? For us to wring out every drop of our trauma history for your entertainment, just so you can discard us the second you have a different opinion about anything at all?

The plural community's not exempt from this issue. You know which systems get reblogged the most? Which systems get their words taken as Expert Advice? Who gets heard, who gets thought of, who gets boosted? Have you ever noticed that some systems are palatable and others aren't, and that people regularly throw the unpalatable systems in harm's way to justify their own reality as "one of the good ones?"

Do you really think Western medicine thinks any of us are "the good ones" when we're all either: their precious problem patients waiting for a therapist to swoop in and rescue us from our misery; or noncompliant malingering jerks who need to shut up and take their medicine?

OK so we do not know how the brain works really, we do not know how the chemicals we put into the brain to treat neurological conditions work in depth, human consciousness is one of the most complex things in existence and we do not have and perhaps never will have a complete grasp of the phenomenon. There are pervert freaks who have devoted their entire lives to understanding this shit, who have spent decades in education and communication with other pervert freaks, people who can actually explain you brain anatomy and chemistry in such depth and detail that you'd have be a pervert freak of a similar level of education to actually follow along, right.

And the first thing they'll tell you is, man we don't know. We don't know like 90% of this bullshit. Sometimes you Fred Flintstone a dude on the head and he wakes up believing he's a 1930s mafia don. Sometimes people are just born brainweird in a way that gives them a hyperactive nervous system that can't filter excessive stimuli and this makes them shit at parties. Sometimes a guy has a pipe in his brain and exhibits no outward signs of brain damage until he just abruptly dies one day. That's just something that happens.