The Areness Test

The Awareness Test

There's an experiment that will undoubtedly show you how aware you are. I don't mean some weird universal awareness or anything metaphysical. Just how aware you have been, and are , in your own little life in your own little body.
It's easy. It won't hurt.

And it's free.
It won't even take up much of your time. (You'll laugh hysterically at that one day. Promises.)
Lots of people have already tried it, and more are trying it all the time.
I've done it, and I'm still doing it. You'll understand that more later. . . . or you'll be like a little groundhog seeing his shadow and run back to your cozy bed and pull the sheets over your eyes till you fall back sleep.
Some people are OK with that, and I'm not going to pull them back put of bed.
You can show people the truth but you can't make them believe it. . . and that's OK.
I didn't even come up with this experiment.
I don't even remember where I heard about it. (This a lot more disturbing than you know right now, more on it later. . . or earlier. . . depends . . on . . .stuff)
It might have been a web hoax or alternate reality game (think The Backrooms). On a side note, the backrooms wasn't creepy. . . . well . . . . it wasn't AS creepy . . . . as ghost malls. .
. . and ghost malls are real.
So is this.
Be warned. You might not like what you find.
Reality might not be as real as you think. . . .and time . . . .probably doesn't go the way we think it does. . . and if the way we think of time is wrong then so are a lot of other things. . . at least the way we think about them is.
I have a firm belief that most of the universe couldn't care less what we think of it. Nothing about Pluto changed, what we labeled Pluto as did. Planet, plutoid, micro planet. Through all of it, Pluto remained the same.
There's also no such thing as a species. Look it up.

To start with all you have to do is write down the things you can remember happening in your life and put them in a chronological order. At a certain point, you'll know when, get rid of the list and try working it out in your head without any reference to look at.
Sounds easy enough, and for the most part it is. At least in the beginning. Most people go from a to b in a straight line, right. School, college, married, ect., ect., It's all there and it happened just like that. Fair enough.
Now start filling in the other things: went to "somewhere for something". Did this thing. that happened, then that. Still all in order. No problems at all because everything happens in a sequence, time is linear.
Until it's not.
When I did this it started out like most peoples. I did this, then I did that, and so on, and so on. Then things started to overlap. Little things at first. I just thought I remembered them wrong. It's what most people would do. It couldn't be anything else but me. Then it got worse. The more I thought I remembered the more it overlapped. Eventually it became impossible for me to have done a lot of it because I would have had to have been in two and sometimes three places at the same time.
What's even weirder is that it wasn't just my memories that were wrong. I had things from the memories with official time and dates an them to prove I was in more than one place at the same time. . . .and living vastly different lives. . . .but still by me.
I know what your thinking. I must be crazy.
It's what I thought too.
Apparently it's what everybody thinks when they get to that point.
But it's not just me, and it won't be just you.
It was one of the few times in my life where I was the norm not the exception.
Most people who do this experiment came to the same place at some point. The overlap point. The point where things don't line up anymore.
And everyone has one. Even if you are someone blessed with being unaware of the world around you.
You have an overlap point.
Some people have more than one.
Like multiple lives have been stitched together to form one life, and the seems are . . . . overlapping.
Don't believe me. Try it yourself. I'm willing to bet that at some point something, some memory, will be in the wrong place. But it can't go anywhere else, because of when it happened. If its wrong then so are a lot of other things. . . then more things. . . then more . . .ect.
It won't make any sense. . . . . it can't make any sense.
But its real.
Something is WRONG. Something is out of place.
But what . . . IDK either.
I wish I did, but I don't .
I don't actually have the answers. . .
.I have a lot of questions. . . .
but answers. . .
.none.
I could tell you about all sorts of theories people have come up with to explain it, but I don't really want to send the unsuspecting down any of those rabbit holes. Some people never find their way back out.
Sad but true. They get lost trying to make sense of something that can't make any sense.
"You'll never get out of the nuthouse by trying to make sense of crazy."

I don't know when it started and I have no idea when it ends. . . . if it even has a start and end.
I'm not sure if were even supposed to notice this stuff.
But I did. . . and so did others . . . and now . . .so will you.
You also need to ask yourself one very important question:
How well do I really know the people around me?
Just to be safe. . . or cautious . . . no harm in being careful. . . . that I can remember.
I apologize in advance . . . or in hindsight, for where this little experiment takes you.
Maybe you'll be the first person to figure it out.
I already know I won't be.
I'm just a messenger.
Good luck on your journey.
Oh, one last thing, and it might be the most important thing:
Remember to smile.
You never know whose watching.

B Cogito