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
"When you return to The Link, what will become of the entity I'm talking to right now?"
"The drop becomes the ocean."
"And if you choose to take solid form again?"
"The ocean becomes a drop."
