What's a conscious decision, anyway? Right. They asked me like I knew what I was doing. No, they accused me like I knew what I was doing. Like any of us know what we're doing.
Okay. Sorry. Sure, you know what you're doing. I don't know what the hell I'm doing. That's fine. You're the exception to the rule. You're the one in control. You're the one who rules them all. Fine. So special.
Not me. I don't know what I'm doing. I am this moment. As in I am a rushing current of previous actions which happens to be right here right now but won't be in a second because shit did you see that rushing river? No. Neither did I because I'm too damn busy being swept along in it and not noticing it because nobody notices the current they've been stuck in since birth, right? No, I take that back. Not stuck, thrown. Or birthed. Is that a verb yet? Well now it is. Yeah, birthed into the water.
I didn't turn on the faucet and I sure as shit didn't dig the source hole for this fucking river so how the hell can this be a conscious action? Like I know what I'm doing. Like any of us know what we're doing.
Carry on, exception to the rule. Carry on.
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