📅 11:42 PM, Feb 9, 2025

Maybe I’m delusional?
I mean—what if I’m deeply, terribly wrong about everything?

Let’s start with the word itself. “Delusion” sounds better in English than in Russian. It means believing in something without evidence—pure illusion.
Like, if the guy running a hot dog stand thinks he’s the best chef in the world? That’s delusion.
Or if someone’s convinced their microwave is controlling their thoughts? Also a delusion.
(I don’t know why I’m laughing, but those examples feel weirdly accurate.)

I’ll admit it: I’m not sober right now. I keep getting distracted. I even put the timestamp at the top just to see how long this would take to write.

📅 12:00 AM – 😶‍🌫️

Here’s a thought: Can someone with ADHD even write a book?

Anyway—back to delusions. I’ve seen people who repeat things they heard from someone’s neighbor’s cat whose grandma wants to adopt a dog. They say it like it’s fact. And I know they’re wrong, but they don’t know they’re wrong. And that always made conversations… difficult.

And now? Maybe I’m one of them. Maybe everything I say, everything I believe happened—maybe it’s not real. Maybe people can see the truth and they just don’t tell me.