One minute
Debug Me
I wish I could see myself from outside of this body; as a third observer. A lot of times I think I’m right. But the reactions I get, tell a different story. I care so much about things that aren’t that important to others. I think the survival formula that I follow has different constants applied, compared to the norm. Most probably it has a deep psychological reason.
Maybe it would be better if I could attach a debugger to myself. Maybe even a serial TTY would be enough so I can see the log messages spitted out from my brain. I would spend the rest of my days figuring out why I think or react the way I do.