Yesterday, something unexpected happened, and it feels amazing. I don't even care that the person responsible for this amazing thing is entirely self-deluded and believes a version of something that didn't even happen. I understand the psychology behind it -- I have to be the one responsible, to be blamed. Otherwise, this person would have to take a good look in the mirror and realize the truth that they are actually the one responsible, the one to be blamed. So it doesn't matter how it came to be, the important part is that it did come to be, and freedom is a beautiful thing.