Ever have that feeling that you're forgetting something? As if you're packing for a trip, and you get everything loaded up in the car and go on your way, and you just know that you must have left something important behind.
I feel like that a lot. Most of the time it's just paranoia. Except for last weekend.
I had just walked through my front door on a late Friday night, and it hit me. My mind was missing.
I know what you're thinking. You're probably thinking "Oh, well she's probably gone insane." or "She's making a joke. Like her mind was wandering, and wandered 'too far' and got lost. How amusing." No, dumbass. It's nothing like that.
You see, I don't believe in some sort of supernatural essence that you lose when you die, as in your soul. But I also don't believe it's just your brain. I mean, like, if you're in a coma or something, you're not actually you. The actual you is in your memories and personality, but the voice in your head is you thinking. Not spiritual, or anything. That's what I mean by mind.
I was at this New Year's party at Alex's house, and he was talking to the others there, pretending that he didn't see me standing there, staring. He knows how I feel about him, but, when he looks at me, it's almost like a devilish glare. He's probably disgusted, but he keeps looking because he can't seem to figure me out.
