Your conversation reminds me of "A Beautiful Mind".
Pfaugh >_> There's nothing
that wrong with me. I just have a hard time living in the world of people after such a long time with objects, so I have a hard time recognizing people I know or whatever. It doesn't help that I talk to people I know in my head, so that after a few months alone I can't distinguish dreams, novels, my own mental constructs, and reality anymore.
Bit easier nowadays, fortunately, since I do talk to people most days rather than just spending all my time by myself.
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I used... No I still have that Vector. It's... Infuriating. Though the doors and stuff don't talk to you right? Because the door to my room is a real asshole.
No, nothing talks back, fortunately (I do talk to teapots and so on, and I tend to violently bitch out any schoolwork that won't do itself). I just have a terrible time distinguishing between fact and fiction, especially when I'm stressed, lonely, or tired. Lucky me: I'm currently all three.
On the other hand, I've been having all these weird sorts of reality-benders for my entire life, so at least I can cope all right. Things are getting better, too--I haven't had one of those episodes where I speak pure gibberish for an hour for almost a year now.
It's probably the closest thing to personal evidence I've ever found for any of that paranormal business people go on about.
Heh, I had dreams about my best friend years before I ever met him. Probably just a self-fulfilling prophecy thing, but I can tell you I was really shocked when he started exhibiting the characteristics of the person my subconscious invented to keep me from going crazy.