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.
