Folded Thinking

And here I thought I'd never relate to an article from the New Yorker...

The author Simon Rich gives us a sort of super self-conscious and slightly paranoid inner dialogue of what he imagined people were saying about him when he was a kid. Wow...

@ thirteen years of age:
“Hey, look, that thirteen-year-old is walking around with his mom!”
“Where?”
“There—in front of the supermarket!”
“Oh, my God! That kid is way too old to be hanging out with his mom. Even though I’ve never met him, I can tell he’s a complete loser.”
“Wait a minute. He’s scowling at her and rolling his eyes.”
“Oh, yeah . . . and I think I just heard him curse at her, for no reason.”
“I guess he’s cool after all.”

I like to overthink things. I like to build large unweildy and unrealistic bridges of comprehension between things that may or may not have anything to do with each other. A sort of Calabi-Yau space of thought folded in on itself a thousand times until it exists in all dimensions at once. That's how I order lunch. You might think that you are just telling me you are out of onions, but I KNOW WHAT'S REALLY GOING ON.

The Theoretical Calabi-Yau space, a main tenant of Super String Theory, this is also where my brain gets trapped

Here's another example. When I walk into a crowded room I immediately start making imaginary flight paths for all objects that exist in that space. Warning! There is a potted plant... avoid. Caution! A small man has stopped in your direct path, make adjustments. Proximity Alert! There is a group of 3 people walking directly towards you, adjust... adjust... Oh No! They're splitting up! For the love of God!
WATCH WERE YOU ARE GOING!

CUT TO STATIC
SIGNAL LOST...

It's hard work.