Long ago, through the thick blue haze of what we refer to now as Safety Meetings, Watson and I gave birth to our belief in something called the Cloud. It's not a new idea. The kooks on the AM radio during the witching hours have called it the Zero Point Field, the Field, the Aether. The Matrix, even. We started calling it the Cloud.
In the simplest of terms, it's the energy of the Universe. Or the transmission of data from the universe. In the simplest of examples, it's being in the car, listening to the radio and feeling the urge to hear Led Zeppelin and turning the channel just in time to hear "When The Levee Breaks". Or thinking about someone you haven't seen in a long time, and an hour later, you run into them.
I believe I am an organic flash drive. I've been given 80 years of time in this simulation to collect as much data and experience from this world to transmit back to the Cloud when I die. My information will then be stored for others in tune with the Cloud to borrow. Everyone has had it happen to them. Like not remember the name of the slow Mexican mouse in the old Speedy Gonzales cartoons. Then hours later, without having looked it up, Slow Poke Rodriguez pops into your head. Downloaded from the information banks of the Universe.
And things happen. Strange things. Things some would consider predictions, I merely consider the most plausible outcome based on the data I've received from the Cloud and from studying human behavior. I realize how strange it sounds, but I spooked more than a handful of people with my eerie ability to predict the trivial.
Before I downloaded to this world, while I was still data in the Cloud, I was given the chance "create a character", if you will. Selecting personality quirks and flaws. Self-sabotage appears to be one of those characteristics, as I don't always heed the warnings or advice from the Cloud.
This might explain why I'm such a wishy washy character. Hopeless romantic with social anxiety. No real attachment to material things. Passive Aggressive before social media made it cool. Wise to those who rely on memes for wisdom. Loved by many women, but only from a safe distance. Bipolar (undiagnosed).
And much more. I'm as flawed as anyone else around me, I guess.
I am no better at this than you are.