thinking overmuch
Where did it go? Oh there it is.
What's that do? Oh, it does that.
Why did that happen? WHYYYYYYYYY
Can you do that? You can!
What's the top of a rooster's head called? Comb.
Chuck. This story is about Chuck, who had a lot of questions. He wanted to be told all the facts, and even some of the opinions. He got sad sometimes when he realized he couldn't know EVERYTHING, but he was doing his best. All information was equal. The behavior of a single ant was as meaningful to him as how to bake a cake and the way gravity worked mattered as much to him as what it looked like when he drew a circle with a pencil. He noticed as much as he could, including how sad he felt when he thought about how much he was missing. He paid attention to his sleep, to how the fitbit lit up when he checked what his sleep had been the previous day. He noticed how tired he was of noticing things, and then he noticed his feelings when he closed his eyes and tried to not notice things. He noticed that he felt frustrated when he tried not noticing things. "I'm not frustrated, I'm in pain." he said out loud and noticed how the sounds his voice made made his earbones vibrate. He noted that he needed to learn more about how ears work, but there was so much else to learn, and there were no priorities.
And then, abruptly one day, he forgot it all. He wasn't himself. He wasn't anyone else either, so he was himself.
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