Ages ago someone called Descartes said something like “I think therefore I am”. I’d say, in the context of humans, the converse is also true. When you’re around, the God-made personal computer that sits right on your shoulders never stops tossing data around.
Now what goes in gets stored somewhere in there. And for a sensitive person,
that can be a bother. An idea can chew you from inside and create a sort of mental itch. More so, when you’re lonely. Hence my blog.
I won’t bother with hard facts like who I am, or where I live. I believe what I think makes me what I am.