#my_monologue

[perachora]

Me, staring dead-eyed at my reflection at 2pm on a Saturday, deeply uncomfortable: I am a normal person. I can do anything normal people can. I am the most normal person in the world. I am so normal. You are a normal dude, guy, girl, puppet, slime, thing. We are normal.

[perachora]

There are some interests of mine where I'm so obsessed to the point of not being able to interact with it

I got a book on the history of monasteries a while ago since I was so interested in the topic, but it's just been sitting on my bookshelf because I want everything to be 'perfect' before I read it.

(Anything Greek-myth-related is like this as well, though that's also because I have a very weird relationship with Ancient Greece). Like, **whaaat? A video on serial killers in Byzantium? I can't possibly watch this now, I'm not wearing a nice enough outfit!!1!11**

Dude, what does that even mean? Goddamnit, I want to smack myself!

Maybe a part of me is scared that the book or whatever will be too dense and I won't enjoy it at all, and another part is afraid that once the knowledge enters my brain, it will just vanish