Who the fuck am I?
I am a sum of thoughts, that has been floating in this tinie tiny platform we call a planet, randomly collected by this flawed shell of a human being. I am ones and zeros, footprints that are no longer seen by a human eye, I am part of the ocean, a question and the answer, I am 42, essence, that might never die or may never lived to begin with, I am a Schrödinger’s cat, a smaller infinity that other infinities, I am and I am not, I am a perishing force moving through space, I am a connector of letters, empty spaces between words, I am nobody else, I am energy exchanger, part of the universal confetti, exposed dark matter, coincidental gravity field, effect without cause, quantum. I am a conspiracy theory of a massive scale. I am a comprehension in perspectives of other beings using same comprehension tools as I do, object that’s being observed subjectivly, I am generator of the future which is happening right now, I am a neverending continuance of dinosaurs, connected irrelevance. I am expansion of the universe. But none of this is truly who I am… if I am. That suffice for now.
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I like…making lists, wearing sweaters,:cat2:s, dystopian theme, coziness, I’m addicted to books, movies and series (apparently I spend more than a year of my life stareing at the screen), love math, kdramas, pop cultural references (and that’s the way the news goes), graphic minimalism, NASA.
Generally I am a wee bit nerd and definitely bookish:nerd: and a new glasses wearer. I once studied piloting :airplane:(useful in a zombie apocalypse tho not really). Constantly curious(er and curiouser). I also like learning stuff, knowledge and love are my admirations. As far as I’m concerned, I’m the least judgy person I know.
(Shit, this is gonna be long, take a break from reading, or a nap. Naps are awesome). Overthinking is my jam, partying and small talk aren’t! I like (neh, I love) potato dishes and chips. Occasionally I create haikus.
I tend to blurt out something quite random about myself and overshare (like literally I am doing now? Shoot). But bare with me. I kinda feel like Wes Andersons character sometimes. Although it sometimes doesn’t seem like that, I am (statistically) 100% introvert (a test showed 0th percentage part of extroversion, which I’m weirdly proud of, maybe because it is still some sort of achievement). I’m an odd cookie (well… relatively).
Recently I’ve been thinking of those moments when we shortly step into the twilight zone.
And is the universe a Schrödinger’s cat?:thinking: an infinite Schrödinger’s cat?
