Reset Forty-Three, Day Ten
Aug. 16th, 2022 05:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rejectomorphMonday evening I was sitting here trying to remember the last time I had any thoughts, and I couldn't. I'm pretty sure I used to think pretty often, but now it has been so long since I've done it that I can't even remember when it was. As for the thoughts themselves, they have completely vanished from my mind. After failing to recall any of them, I spent quite some time trying to come up with new thoughts, but that too failed.
It is now necessary to consider the possibility that I have lost the ability to think altogether. It's possible that I've considered this possibility before, but since I can't recall any previous thoughts I might have had on the subject, it may be that I'll never know. It's distressing not to know what one used to think, but even more distressing not to know whether one in fact thought anything at all. Naturally I have no idea what to make of this situation, as I no longer (or perhaps never did) know how to think.
The fact that I have a fresh jar of honey roasted peanuts may be the only thing that is keeping me from running through the cool nocturnal streets of the mini-metropolis screaming, as they are occupying most of my attention, and thus preventing me from grasping a full awareness of the sheer horror of my now-thoughtless existence. But wait. Was that a thought? It was a fairly complicated sentence, so perhaps there is a thought in it somewhere. It certainly resembles what I might think a thought might be, if I were in fact thinking I could think.
But now I'm confused. Maybe I should just stop eating and close the jar of peanuts and go to bed. It's getting awfully late, and I might just be overtired from trying too hard to think. Being asleep doesn't require thinking, as far as I know. Maybe I'll remember how to think when I wake up.
It is now necessary to consider the possibility that I have lost the ability to think altogether. It's possible that I've considered this possibility before, but since I can't recall any previous thoughts I might have had on the subject, it may be that I'll never know. It's distressing not to know what one used to think, but even more distressing not to know whether one in fact thought anything at all. Naturally I have no idea what to make of this situation, as I no longer (or perhaps never did) know how to think.
The fact that I have a fresh jar of honey roasted peanuts may be the only thing that is keeping me from running through the cool nocturnal streets of the mini-metropolis screaming, as they are occupying most of my attention, and thus preventing me from grasping a full awareness of the sheer horror of my now-thoughtless existence. But wait. Was that a thought? It was a fairly complicated sentence, so perhaps there is a thought in it somewhere. It certainly resembles what I might think a thought might be, if I were in fact thinking I could think.
But now I'm confused. Maybe I should just stop eating and close the jar of peanuts and go to bed. It's getting awfully late, and I might just be overtired from trying too hard to think. Being asleep doesn't require thinking, as far as I know. Maybe I'll remember how to think when I wake up.
