Due to my interest in philosophy and psychology I am cursed with a thirst for understanding how people think, even if the thinking is different from mine. The cost of this eldritch knowledge is questioning everything in my existence, the unpacking of traumas I didn’t even know I had, and being unable to put anything—and I mean anything—into neat categorized boxes. It also has a side effect of being 10% “sad okay” 90% of the time because you are Thinking your Thoughts constantly (subjects include: “wow that was way more messed up than I thought it was when I was a child” and “what does it mean to be happy? Truly?” and “I am listening to a song while I have another song stuck in my head also I want this song but specifically the vibe not the song so now I’m gonna try a third different song entirely”).
