Me: okay my meaty timings tend to be a little early, so I should always aim for a little later than I think is correct
The anxious self: but if I'm aiming for later than I normally do, that becomes the new normal. what's stopping my timing getting later and later until it's too late?
The self-conscious self: the potential humiliation of looking like we just walked into a wakeup throw without a plan is too great. too early is better than too late
The self-critical self: close slash is active for six fucking frames why can't you land that window consistently what is your goddamn problem
The crass self: haha "meaty timing"
The comfort-seeking self: what if we just practiced blockstrings mindlessly for the rest of the morning
The self-analytical self: why is it so common it is to compartmentalise a casual train of thought as a series of conversations with the uncountable self? where did this come from? is consciousness truly just the consensus of a million ceaselessly infighting neural clusters? a thousand broiling clouds, merging and separating, sparking and arcing, yet all we ever hear is the thunderclap.
The subhuman self: fuck it, surprise run up throw
