We share our stories to check our sanity; if the people we share them with agree, we feel safe and sound.

If  somebody disagrees on the other hand, we get mad. It’s a clear sign that we’re afraid that we’re not right or might be mistaken, and it makes us questioning our selves and our sanity. That is scary shit, isn’t it? Or is it?

Who am I?

Who are you?

Huh..

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