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sometimes, in an unfortunate situation he is always sociologically correct.

He is trying to show support any way he can, which I guess is what I did as well, even if he can't do
much to help. Tao and I leave Kathleen the same way we found her and we exit the hospital. On the
way to Tao's car my mind wonders and I ponder why I act differently when I'm in the presence of
different people. I've thought of this before. When I'm alone I'm an angry and obsessive person, but
when around others there is a switch that flips on and it makes me socially acceptable.

Sometimes the personality changes from person to person or from group of people to group of
people; for instance who I am when I am with my mother is different than the personality of who I
am when I am with my father. Both personalities differ slightly, but both still fall under the persona
that is socially acceptable rather than the sociopathic demeanor.

Who I am when I'm with a bunch of strangers differs from who I am when I'm with a bunch of
friends. Of course, pretty much everyone is like this, and these changes in behavior visualize social
fragments. Social fragments of many masks that imply you are who you are depending on your
environment.

When you really start to think about it, it's almost as if the people around you are the ones who
determine who you are, or at least some large percentage of who you are. So now when I think of
Joe, I start to wonder that if I know the people who he knows, if that could help in trying to figure
out who Joe is. Will knowing his friends, family and enemies help me to know him and determine
which social bracket he resides in? Discovering his social bracket and his social class might help
define who he is.

Tao closes the car door, and he tells me that some people stay in a coma for years. There have been
people who have stayed in a coma for over fifteen years, and some who actually wake up from the
coma and proceed to live a normal life. Thinking about that makes you wonder if these people have
lived a completely other life inside their coma. If they had dreamed of another life and actually
lived it in all the time that they were in that coma. Everyone at many points in their lives daydream
of another life, but these coma patients have taken it a step further.

The light is green. It's still green. Tao probably thinks he can make it, but at that very thought it
turns yellow, then red, and he is forced to stop. After a few seconds of waiting Tao asks me about
Silvio. I know how he works, he's breaking his way into asking me about my weird obsession. I tell
him that Silvio is the ex-husband of the woman who just moved into the building. Lynne hasn't just
moved into the building, but to Tao she has. Relativity.

He asks me why the guy has it in for me, and I actually have no idea. I have no idea why Silvio
would attack me. Maybe Claire is putting ideas in his head. The light turns green.

Tao jokingly asks me a question, "Would you kill him if you had to?" I tell him to define the
situation, and he says Silvio has a gun and is about to shoot me, but I have a chance to kill him first.
I ask him if there are people around, if it's day or night, if the gun has a silencer. He looks at me
strange, and I guess I sort of gave him the answer. If someone tried to rob me in broad daylight
with people around and used a gun as incentive for me to give up my prized possessions and