Dumb, by proxie...

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There is that moment of realization, when your place in life is very clearly defined. When you can't lie to yourself about how smart you are, or how talented you are or how good you look or how much you're loved. There's that moment when reality comes up and slaps you in the face and says: This is how it really is. You are not smart or talented and you don't look that good. The only person who thinks you're all that is you. Deal.

God, I hate those moments.

I wonder if that's what it's like to be a lab rat. You run through the maze and make it to the end -- you get rewarded with praise and cheese and you think you did something really cool. All that work, all the effort -- it was good, right? The rat is lucky never to realize that dumb was expected. That all the work and effort was nothing compared to what the people running the maze can do. The lab rat will never have to realize that the words "That was smart" is inevitably followed by "for a lab rat.

Play the games. Jump though the hoops. Follow the maze. You may be dumb and predictable, but that why they keep you around. Someone has to provide the amusement.

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Thanks, I'll let you know who you can thump. *grin*

I'm doing better already and I'm hoping that I get my equilibrium back to normal and it stays that way.