Why am I conscious?
Why am I conscious in the body I'm in and not someone else? Why am I conscious rather than not? How am I conscious if there is no self? What does it really mean to be conscious? Do we even know that?
Why am I conscious? How am I conscious? Am I being too intellectual about all this? I am very attached to my intellect and to knowledge and information. It's comforting, I suppose. Or at least I feel it may be, so I crave it. I've always been this way, at least since I became self-aware. Since then I've had a lot of time alone. Gives me lots of time to think. I mostly remember being alone when I recall more recent memories of adolescence, so I've gotten pretty comfortable in it. Lonely, but comfortable. I have social anxiety disorder, for context.
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