The Descent into Insanity

[Flexionsensor]

Woohoo! It worked, that's what I'm getting at.

I'll write 'narrate' on my hand for as long as it takes, namely, until I'm able to discern between life and non-life.

The thing is though, nobody asked me about the word!

It's too bad that I missed out on the perfect opportunity to freak people out.....

[Flexionsensor]

Why would 500+ people read my posts? I don't know, I made them terrible. Or maybe the 500 is people who visit regularly. once again, I don't know why.

Still, this is going to be a dang long post, so get your readin' glasses on.

*inhales*

As you know, for the last two days, I have been writing the word 'narrate' on my hand. This made me aware of my own hand, a lot, and as a result allowed me to narrate literally the entire day. I suggest all of you guys do this, as it is really effective.

Plus, nobody really stares at your hand, so you're generally fine if you don't want people to think you're randomly going insane.

Narration is really fun when you get into it like this, in my opinion. As long as you see the word, or are aware of it, you're going to narrate, so it's unavoidable, but it's fun.

To me, this narration is simply like talking about something whilst surrounded by people, who are completely unaware of it.

Advantageous as this method is, there is still a problem with narrating. It may be fun for some people to comment on people's looks and all that happy stuff, yet for others, with ADD, ADHD or ABCDEFG, talking to a currently nonexistent consciousness may seem boring, or they might be discouraged by the prospect of it all.

Simply put, to some, narration is no fun. (That sorta rhymed! Hee...)

So I devised a method.

Have you ever noticed how when you're doing homework or are doing something else tedious, like say, Java.... that it is really boring? That shouldn't have to be said, but still, it's so boring, that literally anything is more exciting? Noticed that?

Well, taking advantage of this, I advise you, as a person who originally had this issue, to do something totally boring, a task that you would literally KILL yourself before performing, but are doing anyway, and write narrate on your hand. Or on any other body parts you see multiple times a day...

This should develop your opinion on narration. Easily.

I know it did for me, but I don't know about you guys.

For me, the boring task was actually trigonometry, but it differs. I believe, that is.

Another thing you can do is try to visualize something you don't understand, (not your tulpa. You're supposed to understand them.) such as a 3D diagram of the theory of General Relativity, which actually kept me up one night. (you can't have a bubble inside spacetime, that would suggest an entirely different spacetime, or an area populated by ???)

Then complain to your tulpa about how stupid scientists are.

For no reason.

Just do it.

It's fun.

Try it.

You'll never know it if you don't try it.

TRY IT NOW!!! GAAAAGAGAGUAUAHHGAFGGHH!!!

Anyhoo, I followed these steps and was confronted by no problems, so now I can narrate with ease, as long as narrate is on my hand.

You know, if I ever get around to making a second, I'll name it Narrate.

IF. IF I ever get around to making 2.

And now, to complete this, a song that I have just written, to the tune of Viva La Vida, which I just wrote, and if you didn't hear, was just written. By me. While writing this text. Right now.

 

I used to...

 

How was that! Brilliant if I do say so myself!

 

But seriously, if you're one of those 500 readers, thank you. Because thank you letters are actually worth posting.

To prove my point, this part of the post is in French.

 

Mais sérieusement, si vous lisez encore ceci, alors vous savez que je suis juste allé sur Google translate et nous sommes allés à la ville sur mon clavier. De toute façon, comme je le disais, j'ai travaillé sur Katrina pendant une longue période, aucun résultat, même pas une émotion, mais il m'arrive d'être une personne très, très dure pour prévenir d'un objectif, et je ne vais pas d'accepter un non comme réponse! Appelez-moi Ishmeal! C'était le meilleur des temps, c'était le pire des temps! Alléluia, alléluia halleluja halleluja! Halelujah! Dieu est mort et c'est sa pierre tombale! Ce sont des lignes aléatoires de la littérature et des chansons! WOOOHOOOOOOO!

 

I think I need to stop staying up this late...

[jean-luc]

Hey! Your first commenter!

 

I am going to try this, it's so simple it might just work.

For something I don't understand I'll try imagining 4D, like a cube passing through a cube, but, not. Agh.

[Flexionsensor]

TyPing on the iPod is hard, autocorrect dumplings me a lot, so I'll make this quick. I'm going to slowly wean myself off of the 'narrate' written on my hand, for science. Basically, I mean To spell it wrong/write it worse until I recognize my hand as a universal narrational symbol.

[jean-luc]

I think you could probably just write "Na" on your hand (and when people ask say "SODIUM!") or just a weird symbol.

[Flexionsensor]

What I'm actually doing is letting the ink fade, then I'll write the word again, but smaller, then letting that fade, continuing so that it's smaller and smaller, before I only have a dot, then poof!

It's gone!

And that is what I shall do.

[Flexionsensor]

So, being a philosophical person, I figure the reason that Kat's not here yet, is simply a result of my personality. Basically, I don't really believe that tulpae exist. Well, I do, it's just I'm not convinced. If you understand what I mean by that, I'm impressed.

I have my own theory about tulpae, in that the brain is so convinced that said tulpa exists, that it simulates one. This weaves into narration, so that you're immersed in belief that they exist, otherwise you're just talking to yourself.

Guess which one I'm doing.

I've got the whole narration thing down, I just need to start passionately believing about them, so that my brain will become uberly awesome-azing.

This hypothesis cannot be proven, so it's philosophy and thus is up for debate, I could be wrong, but it makes sense to me.

Well, you're probably not wondering why I was utilizing the keypad of my iPod to type my post last night, well, that would be because I was on vacation!

For one night.

In a place nobody vacations at.

In the middle of winter.

Because of an event I was needed at.

Because life.

[Flexionsensor]

Now on a completely unrelated note, I've noticed that I've written a few things that seem against bronies.

I'd like to apologize, it's a misunderstanding criticism. See, I actually HAVE seen the show, I just don't get why anyone would formulate an obsession over it. Not against the show, as it is witty and actually did make me laugh once or twice, which is quite a feat, considering that I hardly laugh at tv shows...

But you'll notice that I tend to criticize everything. EVERYTHING.

So if I offended you, it's because I hate everyone.

Simplest explanation.

[Flexionsensor]

I remembered my dream this morning. I normally don't do that.

In fact, this is the first time I've remembered my dreams in several years. Don't ask me why, I just don't.

Anyhow, I now associate my hand with narration, which is boss, and it didn't really take long, which is surprising.

Also, my daily concentration of narration has started going up, which is brilliant as well, so things are looking forward. I think...

But I digress, my dream was one of the most aggravating types of dreams you can have; namely, one where you dream you wake up and go about your day, only to wake up again in real life thinking "oh... o-okay..."

[Flexionsensor]

Whatever sociopath wrote that "back to school" Kmart theme should be introduced to the sensation of being dumped in a pool of lava.

But yeah, unfortunately for me, that whole higher daily concentration of narration thing has now been canceled out by the fact that listening to some professor (who no doubt thought that he'd be the coolest prof in the business at the start of his career, but failed miserably,) requires utmost concentration.

Well [expletive deleted].