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- 6 de Oct, 2020
This is a heartbreaking interpretation that I suppose I can't blame you for. I'm fine with women at large. I can get along great with them in environments of mutual success, or even those of my unilateral success, as long as nobody's infringed upon. I'm really handsome enough that I get flirted with before and after these social successes.Teddies are women, right? Why are you afraid of them?
But there's an ethical and practical concern here. The ethical concern is: when several of your psychiatric attempts have resulted in women crying (and have left you back at square one), the ultimate measure of morality becomes the number of women you didn't make cry today.
And practically: in certain states of mind, my cognitive deficits will be augmented by dissociation and weird behavior to avoid dissociation, given that dissociation occurs when bad ethics are in play. Forcing teddies to do things, or interface with doctors, is bad ethics. And I weirdly strategize, and weirdly avoid dissociation. It's like the repulsive smell of vodka after a night of sickening drunkenness (for people who are prone to sickness after drinking), which is worse when it's a tab of acid after a trip. But it's not a drink, and it's not a drug, it's a teddy - and it's something to be avoided.