are you ever just hit with the overwhelming realization that you exist
I’ve been going through a lot recently, and this happened to me today out of the blue while I was eating Chinese with my mother in midtown. She was talking about parallel universes, and I just.. So many thoughts rushed to my head — “I’m thinking right now. I’m communicating. I’m formulating opinions and having ideas. My body is mine. I live inside it. I am using chopsticks to pick up this piece of sesame chicken to eat it.” — and then I jump to “I have to be a functional adult. I’m a piece of the puzzle that is humanity. I have to get a job. I have to live in an apartment. Probably alone for a while. I have to be.”
Existential crises are fun, aren’t they?