Polyamory appears to be an odd recurring theme in my dreams. The real kicker is that at least one person in the "dream" relationship is always someone I would never give the time of day (not always the same person) in real life. Very weird.
This week I had another moment where I felt like the only adult that no longer believes in Santa Claus. As Stefan Molyneux puts it,
...the asylum that the child is now facing is that he lives in a world of insanity, and either he is sane but those around him are telling him or pretending to him that he is insane – which means that the asylum is composed of those around him – or, the asylum is actually that everyone else around him is sane, and that he’s the only member of this asylum.

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