'Derealization'.
That's the official - or, better yet - the CLINICAL term for just bein' good ol-fashion, plain an' simple, no ifs ands or buts, 'eat up with the dummies', as they say. For instance. If, say... Say, if you were to happen to, say... see me in person, say, and let's say you wanted to strike up a conversation with me...
Stop saying say!
...you could say, for example, say... 'Boy, is you eat up with the dummies, or whut??'
...say what?
To which I'd most likely say, 'Bite me, dilweed.'
What? I wouldn't say that.
To which you'd most likely say, in reply, 'WTF. I was just trying to strike up a conversation, like you said! You're an a-hole.
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To which I'd likely say, 'That works out real good, because they said that they hate you too!'
...ok, that's enough...
To which you'd, as in you would, or, you, most likely, wouldn't, that is to say, would not say, that is, to say in reply, not, to what was said, at all, making me the winner because I got the last word. 'Hahahaha, you lose you big fat buttmunching snotsnacker!'
SHUT UP, YOU STUPID A-HOLE!
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Anyway. Also known as 'the dream feeling' by hundreds of thrillions of tons of a-holes, all over the world.
Gol. You happy now?
So... there it is then, huh?
Yeah. There it was. Now. Bite me.
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Wait, stop it. Just stop it, ok? No, it's not there, then OR now ! I haven't even said what it is yet, dummy! It's a, uh... um.
Shut up. I'll say it, you big fat shitwhit. Derealization is a, uh... a kind of condition, I suppose... which, although comparable to, uh... a similar condish, known to lunatics all over the world as 'depersonalization', remains a separate and distinct... uh, affliction? No, not an affliction. It's uh...
A special feature?
Yeah, that's it! Thanks, butt brain.
You're welcome, fart head.
Huh. Anyway... and not only that, but also, many millions and billions and trillions and godzillions of nutjobs all over the galaxy can lay claim to this unique and special feature which accompanies only a certain few, really Special types of deranged psyches, like mine. So... say, for instance...
WILL YOU JUST SHUT UP, FOR THE LOVE OF PETE!!!
Shhhhhh......... Hush now. You hear that, depersonalization? There's a new kid in town. Goes by the name of Derealization. And he's gonna kick the sissy out of that little girly pants identity crisis you're always bitching and moaning and going on about! YA GOT THAT??!!
Dang...
Ok, then.
So...
That is, to say SO, is to say so.
So true. So, what if...
No, what if I say so? Huh?
What if you say so to what?! Huh?
What if I said, so what to what, THAT'S WHAT!!
So so, suck your toe...
SHUT UP!
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Geez! Ok. When EYE first started researching what the heck this is, this thing that keeps happening to my perception of reality...
Both physically and emotionally...
So I googled...
I googled Gogol. That's an absurd play on words. I did that, just now. D'you get it? The thing about googling Gogol?
STOP THAT, YOU A- HOLE!
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Ok, whatev. Anyway, as I was saying...
What he did was...!
Shhhhhh, hush now.
(Ok, I'm fixing to get pissed off) I googled the phrase, 'Why does life feel like a dream?' And the result was a crapload of articles and personal accounts of this thing called 'depersonalization'.
See, this is exactly what I meant! You can't take him anywhere.
WHAT! That's not what he meant at all. It's YOU can't take HIM anywhere, but. hole.
Uh... yeah, that's exactly what I said, word for word. What are you, retarded? Do I have to say it again? Ok. I'll do it slowly, just for You. He. Can't. Take. Me. Anywhere! Get it? D'ya understand NOW, knucklehead??
No, you don't. YOU said EYE can't take ME anywhere! ME, not YOU!
Uh, no... what I said was that YOU said that HE said that EYE said that YOU said that EYE said that that thing about HIM wasn't supposed to be about HIM at all, and that it was really ME, not YOU who you were talking about, because EYE was the one who YOU were originally talking TO.
SHUT UP!!!
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Dang it! Where was I...?
Row, row, row your boat?
Oh Yeah. So. So really, I was just thrilled to have discovered that the dream feeling was actually a thing -
Gently down the streeeeeeeeem?
- and not simply my own personal version of brain bugs. The only thing that didn't really jibe about - quote, unquote - 'depersonalization', regarding my own experience, was...
Scarily, scarily, ne'er, he will ever be...
...the whole 'loss if identity' aspect of it. What I'm experiencing isn't a loss of identity. My ego is always intact; it's the loss of reality that's...
Stifling the SCREEEEEEEEEEEEM -
SHUT UP!!
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Ahem. Will somebody please shut that stupid sonuvabitch up?
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Geez.
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Forget it. I don't wanna talk about it anymore. You happy now?
Sure.
Huh? Who are the two of you two who are talking talking to, you two, and you too, talking to! Huh? Well, who?
Why, you, of course. It ain't exactly rocket surgery, for Pete's sake.
You're all acting like a bunch of friggin' retards.
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