Maladaptive Daydreaming: where wild minds come to rest
He's standing behind me looking over my shoulder long blond hair in his eyes. He sees that I'm writing on an internet blog he arches a brow at me and smirks. He points one long slender pale finger at the screen and says, "Now that's interesting, are you sure you want to share this?"
I say: "No. Not really. Because this is the TV channel in my head that is on all the time, the one I can rarely turn off. Besides sometimes you scare me."
He smirks a little and chuckles, he says, "You wish I could scare you because it would give me some type of dimension and depth wouldn't it?"
I say, "Yes I suppose it would"
The conversation progresses
Him: "Because you thought to yourself if you could only make me exist, in some way that was evidenced that you would have some way of proving the existence of God. It's a nice thought mind you it's just..."
Me: "Arrogant and unrealistic?"
He grins: "Precisely"
Me: "So we've decided that you are what exactly a tulpa, a manifestation of my unconscious mind, nothing but a bit of an underdone potato"
He: "I don't exist now, but did I exist then, or will I exist at some point? You don't know. You don't know because you don't know the nature of existence. If you assume that consciousness is only the product of our neurons firing against one another then I'm nothing but software in your head. If you assume that thoughts and consciousness are floating through space time then I am still nothing but software in your head so you see my existence isn't even relevant."
Me: "My god this is madness"
Him: "I am not your god"
Me: "And if you were?"
Him: "Then you would probably think you were normal."
I could keep this up for hours some days.
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