Why?
Why is experiencing life's strangeness so shocking? Why do I live in a bubble? Why can't I love without passing through a zone of obsessive, irrational, and violent possessiveness? Why do I lose my head? Why am I so sad?
Why am I so naive to believe that I know my friends. Why are my feelings terrifying to others when my actions are so benign? Why do I feel as if I hardly know any of my friends? Why do their actions shock me? Why do I maintain this naivete about who they are?
Why do I let this bother me? Why is my empathy some kind of invasive vine that spreads all over my relations?
I know why they call it a nervous system? I'm systematically made nervous by what I witness.
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