Thoughts
Working on a theory that I’m allergic to tomatoes.
Working on a theory I’m insane.
Working on a theory that I’m autistic and masking so hard even I haven’t noticed.
Working on a theory I’m a trans plural girl.
Working on a theory that all of human existence is meaningless and that our ability to deceive ourselves otherwise is an evolutionary trait.
Working on a theory that everyone hates me.
Working on a theory that I’m a bad person.
Working on a theory that I’m addicted to novelty.
Working on a theory that Ted Kaczynski was perfectly normal and average in every way except for his predisposition to violence.
Working on a theory that I love anaphora because it satisfies both my desire for consistency and my addition to novelty.
Working on a theory that I will forever be alone.
Working on a theory that no one is actually happy.
Working on a theory that I will die to myself and embrace the system and be dumb and finally at peace.
I don’t know of a satisfying way to end this. I’m trapped in the same loops.