Carrying It Around

I have no idea how not to carry my mind around.

That means I have no idea how not to have a big memory, how not to see connections, how not to actually listen to what people communicate, and how not to understand the world as symbols that have a deeper meaning.  I have no idea how not to understand the world as stories, no idea how not to see the twists used for rationalizations.

I have had this mind since I was young, and I have no idea who I would be without it.

And so I have had a life of carrying it around.

Oh, well.