kind of singing i guess--I used to always be convinced I have to sing soprano parts (essentially impossible as an untrained alto), but discovered that my voice is decently powerful in an alto range. I'm by no means amazing, but didn't realize I could kind of sing!

how weirdly good my memories are. if I focus enough attention on a certain memory, I can view it in my mind's eye in a 3D world. for example, I can visit certain parts of disneyland in my head to an exact detail of the time I was last there. i've also learned that I can memorize and categorize my friends by what they've said and done, and make small mental notes on them.

My username carries an agenda behind - a dream to see the pursuit of nonsense free form shackles of so called ideals, irrespective of the fact that it will make me look silly and waste my existence in reclusion.

I see consciousness as an evolutionary function - an ability to attain mobility in the time dimension which is manifested by thinking about what had and might occur relative to the thinker. And we humans have leveraged our survival on this ability. Yet somehow, while we cherish its outcome, we surprisingly loath the very action of thinking.

This conundrum of consciousness exists as a consequence of the curbs everyone is complicit of enforcing on - that stupidity in thought is blight on our immaculate abilities and cannot exist. And thus in this ideal lies our fear - the fear of realizing the presence of an inherent and inevitable stupidity in the very process of thinking.

This fear restrains us from thinking, as no one want to believe that they can be stupid. This is an insult to the very leverage we are dependent on, the process by which consciousness operates, and this my friends, I thoroughly stand against.