Me and Me
So many things come to mind, and then they leave as quickly as they entered.
I've begun to realize something, recently. I have an extremely active imagination. I never realized before because I always forgot my daydreams as soon as I came back to reality. I actually used to think that I didn't daydream.
I was standing on the balcony, looking over the lawn, and thinking, it doesn't look real. . . is it real? or is this some kind of virtual reality that I'm trapped in?
Other Me: It's just because you've been sick. Your vision isn't great to begin with and the focus has been completely off the past couple of days.
Me: You just don't want me to know.
Other Me: Know what?
Me: That you're not a part of me, that you and all the other voices in my head are them.
Other Me: Them?
Me: Yes. Them.
Other Me: Who are "them"? or rather, they?
Me: The scientists.
Other Me: . . .
Me: Your silence condemns you.
Other Me: . . .
Me: I always hear your voices, but you have made me think that you are a part of me. You are always evaluating me and scrutinizing me. In reality, you are scientists. You have put me in a virtual reality and are experimenting on me. You are also manipulating my mind to make me the most intelligent person I can possibly be. In real life, I would be considered a genius, but you have put me in this environment where I feel insignificant so that I would always try my best to become significant. Also, what has appeared to be 19 years of life is really only 2 and 1/3 because you have discovered a way to manipulate time conception within the mind. So I have the knowledge of a 19 year old, even though I'm two and a third years old. Or was it two and three quarters?
Other Me: Only one problem with that theory.
Me: ?
Other Me: If you're such a genius, then why is it that they have the ability to manipulate time within the mind? And why do you have to be a genius? Maybe you were so stupid they had to give you extra help to be normal.
Me: . . .
Other Me: Your silence condemns you.
Me: Wait. *grins smugly* So you admit that they exist and that you are one of them.
Other Me: -_-'
Me: I reuse the above phrase: Your silence condemns you.
Other Me: Is it truly silence if I give an expression, considering that any words I say to you are spoken in the mind anyway, and thus any facial expression would be sent in the same way that a word would?
Me: Point.
Other Me: Score.
I've begun to realize something, recently. I have an extremely active imagination. I never realized before because I always forgot my daydreams as soon as I came back to reality. I actually used to think that I didn't daydream.
I was standing on the balcony, looking over the lawn, and thinking, it doesn't look real. . . is it real? or is this some kind of virtual reality that I'm trapped in?
Other Me: It's just because you've been sick. Your vision isn't great to begin with and the focus has been completely off the past couple of days.
Me: You just don't want me to know.
Other Me: Know what?
Me: That you're not a part of me, that you and all the other voices in my head are them.
Other Me: Them?
Me: Yes. Them.
Other Me: Who are "them"? or rather, they?
Me: The scientists.
Other Me: . . .
Me: Your silence condemns you.
Other Me: . . .
Me: I always hear your voices, but you have made me think that you are a part of me. You are always evaluating me and scrutinizing me. In reality, you are scientists. You have put me in a virtual reality and are experimenting on me. You are also manipulating my mind to make me the most intelligent person I can possibly be. In real life, I would be considered a genius, but you have put me in this environment where I feel insignificant so that I would always try my best to become significant. Also, what has appeared to be 19 years of life is really only 2 and 1/3 because you have discovered a way to manipulate time conception within the mind. So I have the knowledge of a 19 year old, even though I'm two and a third years old. Or was it two and three quarters?
Other Me: Only one problem with that theory.
Me: ?
Other Me: If you're such a genius, then why is it that they have the ability to manipulate time within the mind? And why do you have to be a genius? Maybe you were so stupid they had to give you extra help to be normal.
Me: . . .
Other Me: Your silence condemns you.
Me: Wait. *grins smugly* So you admit that they exist and that you are one of them.
Other Me: -_-'
Me: I reuse the above phrase: Your silence condemns you.
Other Me: Is it truly silence if I give an expression, considering that any words I say to you are spoken in the mind anyway, and thus any facial expression would be sent in the same way that a word would?
Me: Point.
Other Me: Score.