This is:
When I’m alone at home, I talk to cats, I sing, I sing, I carry some shit, and then I approach the mirror, I look myself closely in the eyes and say, “You understand that you’re fucking?” What are you wearing at all? With cats, fool, talk, oats? Fucking." After that I can behave calmly all day.
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Friend, all the norms, as the psychiatrists say: “As long as you see (you can judge) that you are fucking, you are absolutely normal.”
So don’t worry too much ;)