My cells are dumb terminals and I’m their virtual server.
I have epilepsy so my brain gets DDOSed from time to time
Wow that’s a really apt analogy and I laughed way harder than I expected.
GO BACK TO CHESS CLUB, NERD.
The most worrying thing is that this “you” who is in some kind of “charge” is just a figment of your imagination.
And since your cells are constantly dying and being replaced, you isn’t even you anymore.
So I’m a countryball.
Or meat popsicle. But with hallucinations!
The foreign bacteria in your gut had a much more direct audience with your brain than your cells do. Question is, is it an Embassy? Are they Diplomats? … or are they Oligarchs? >!As long as they call me sugar mommy for giving them sweets!<
To be fair, they outnumber your cells by something like ten to one.
I love democracy.
This is more or less correct. Your brain makes decisions, your conscious mind creates rationalizations for why you did the things you did. The conscious, thinking part of you isn’t really in charge at all.
