Delusional?

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I do enjoy the accusation.  True?  Perhaps.  But, I see what I see, and write about it.  I write it as I see it.  I... don't worry about that.  There is no human on this planet, or other things if some of us are different, who get it all right.  I don't think we get it mostly right?

The brighter you are, the more patterns which emerge.  Brighter folk tend to get the lower level pattern recognition down, but when they... try to... really dig in?  They go so far off the beaten trail.  This I know.  What I am seeing are simple patterns.  Who, if anyone, is creating them?  That I won't say.  If I... privately..suspect, speculate.  I prefer, honestly, to doubt.  I try my very best to ignore.  But, sometimes the patterns beat me over the head until I surrender... at least to the notions.

I laugh at those who doubt.  Not... necessarily because they are wrong.  Most pattern recognition isn't, at the minimum, a bit wrong.  Much of it is terribly wrong.  Well, in that I see patterns everywhere.  No, it... isn't that they might be wrong, though that is still possible.  It is that right or wrong, their doubts are less secure than my certainties, and exist for the wrong reasons.

Have you ever had a friend who believed the wrong things all the time, and when they doubted you, were almost always wrong?  They just couldn't stop.  So it is with this one.  Friend though?  That isn't who reads here, currently.  Friends would comment.  No, who reads here are, generally, petty bureaucrats... from the state... from several churches... and from various bureaus, departments, and unions.  People who were born wrong, and won't ever improve... until as happens with typical trotskyites, they are up against the wall.  Even then, it's only the brighter, more honest, among them who realize... they were the problem.  Paying for it is just a matter of their side having failed to get the keys to the kingdom before the others did.  The final solutions are always inevitable, the way they do things.

So... laugh as they will.  Mock.  Break in to read?  It... doesn't matter.  They are always wrong.

Up to 86, last I saw.  Could easily get warmer.  76 up front, 72 in the rest of the house.  It was 75 upstairs, with the windows open and the fans going.  It has dropped to 83... just checked.  I suspected it would go up.  But, a storm is trying move in.  Disorganized, mostly cloudy, variations of clouds.  Could rain, might not.  Strange weather.

I never did get back to bed.  But I am up to going on 16:00.  I'll try to make it another hour or two.  I turned the ac on upstairs.  Closed it up.  So, should be able to sleep in an hour or three.  Will be ready for it.

More gaming.  I thought I was stuck... two bosses I couldn't get through, and an area I thought I wasn't ready to tackle.  I tried one of the bosses, no dice.  Then went into the new area.  Not bad, mostly.  Always some mini-bosses I can't beat, or which are very risky.  I did beat them, just not every time, and generally avoid them unless they heave something I might need, or be in the way of obtaining a want.

Doing well, to be honest.  I actually picked a few fights I expected to lose.  Didn't.  Well, not usually.  I love it when I do well.  Though, from what I hear, I am nearing where the game, again, takes a steep difficulty curve the the very difficult again.  Ugh.  Well, I'll see.

Oh, as to the woman?  The one from the past, who could see rather than like me feel?  Aye, she was real.  She was the most intense woman I have ever known.  I don't think we can ever not be together.  Even now, believe it or else.  I do miss her, but... not.  She... or I... get in touch, in our ways, from time to time.

She has many names.  These are a few, I suppose.

She was the prototype of this type of woman, who... from time to time I sought out.  When I needed to bleed and die with a woman, for a bit, I found one of her little sisters.  I... don't think there is another like her, just... ones with some smaller talent for... war.