an awesome little poem for the spell checker in your life.

A Little Poem Regarding Computer Spell Checkers… 

Eye halve a spelling chequer
It came with my pea sea
It plainly marques four my revue
Miss steaks eye kin knot sea.

Eye strike a key and type a word
And weight four it two say
Weather eye am wrong oar write
It shows me strait a weigh.

As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee fore two long
And eye can put the error rite
Its rare lea ever wrong.

Eye have run this poem threw it
I am shore your pleased two no
Its letter perfect awl the weigh
My chequer tolled me sew.

So I took a few more online tests, curious as to why I came back with high rate in the psychopath test, and I think I might have self diagnosed the issue. According to these tests I suffer from narcissistic personality disorder with historonic personality disorder thrown in to boot. So my psychosis isn’t the typically violent and dismissive nonchalance of your stereotypical psychopath, but rather that of an egotistical, somewhat selfish, manipulator.

I want to argue against this self diagnosis, but a large part of me screams that it’s true. I worked for years in a psychiatric hospital, and know in my heart that psycopaths are anywhere and everywhere, but I doubted most people would label me that way. Then I asked Sara, and my last bit of self delusion disappeared. Now I know why I always felt comfortable on the wards. I was amongst my people.

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