I'm sitting by my lonesome. Finished a step in the right direction. Great. Who's to say I won't trip and fall on my face with the next step? My shoes ARE untied, after all. It's entirely possible. Maybe it's just impossible for me to accept that things may very well turn out in my favor. Highly unlikely. Hmmm. Paradox. I seem to be full of those lately. I'm starting to feel like my brain is one giant black hole, sinking in everything it possible can at once. Almost like I'm two years old again, but learning far more complex ideas. Processing a much more important level of detail in every possible situation. I seriously analyze every single nuance of every angle of every possibility to such minute detail it's bordering (if not already full blown) obsessive compulsive paranoia. Meat based computer:
C:\Users\Chris>Subconscious\Paranoia: run paranoia.exe
C:\Users\Chris>RMDIR C:\users\chris\conscious\day to day functioning
