The barrage of questions ambushes my mind as I try to fall asleep:
Why did I say that?
I’m a good person right?
Was that joke too far?
Should I actually be myself?
Is this who I really am?
Do I try to be better or just say that I am?
How can I change?
The uncertainty is what keeps me awake, so I let curiosity take over.
Where do we go in our dreams?
Can a baby be evil?
Are aliens just us from the future?
What happens when we die?
Who was the first person to ask a question?
The endless inquiry makes me revert to routine rumination.
I wonder if people remember me peeing my pants at that 3rd grade birthday party
I hope no one noticed that I left the toilet seat up
I wish that I had more time for my hobbies
The thoughts won’t stop, so I try a classic strategy: counting down.
500…499…498…497….496
The alarm goes off.
Great.