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[vicarz]

I don't accept it into my consciousness very often, but when I do look I run into this theory that still lives inside me - that somewhere in the world is a group of people like me, who like the things I do, don't like the things I don't, that feel the way I do...a whole existing culture of people that understand. This isn't logical, I don't know the basis, or why the feeling persists despite all evidence to the contrary and the ability of logic to destroy the very concept of such an existence or that I don't already experience it today. Logic aside, I feel like I'm stuck in a shell. I can push buttons and control limbs, talk to make words come out - but there is always a barrier between me and the world, distance between the dull flesh and the mind.

More important is the current mystery of why I have a pimple behind each of my ears today.