Ah, irony

This morning, at least, I am amused at the stance some/many who engage in a higher than average degree of artifice take against others in regards to different forms of artifice. "Mine is OK, but yours is just wrong!", indeed. I'd say my RDA of irony has been hit early.

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As I struggle to be more overt, to hide less, to succumb less to the feeling that I *need* to hide, I come more into conflict with ideas/beliefs/structures/habits that have, or have appeared to have, forced/encouraged my relative invisibility. It's not that I am seeking this conflict; I'd rather not have it all around me, as it seems to be, but it's my experience of this that systems have inertia, and resist change. That resistance is what feels like the conflict(s) I am experiencing. I fucking hate it, but hating it won't make it go away.

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Delerium in just over three hours. Here's to hoping they evoke at least a little of their namesake in me.