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Whoa, intense feelings
spread the red jelly of realness
onto the flimsy toast of my nervous system.
the result? Aaa... danger!
Always on alert.
Base instinct of always taking the worst possible
interpretation of any situation, just in case.
Our minds are so deeply soaked in
survival instincts, we can't help it.
If we want to get anywhere,
if we want to make any forays into Happiness,
we have to make a serious swimming-upstream effort,
until the harsh discipline becomes second
nature and we think we're actually dancing.