I'm sitting here, alone, at 23:46..7 pondering existence. Why? I'm not sure, I've never been rational or logical, my "way of thinking" has never aligned with those I peer with. I'm odd, unusual, and I've always struggled to comprehend that.I've never found a release for my thoughts. I've always been hesitant to share them. I think that's from a predictable misunderstanding of who I was growing up. I get along with people fine but I'm not "the mold" - I'm not allowed to say normal, because there isn't a normal. We are all special and unique in our own way. We are shaped, we are moulded, we are the sum of our past.And that leads us gently into the idea that we live in a simulation. I've always considered things, thought other pondering to been meaningless, not that I'm better in a sort of way.History... it repeats itself. Why?If we learn from our mistakes then why does history repeat. Do we need more than one lesson to learn from our mistakes. We happily make the same mistakes over and over.