>The other kids used to wave their hands in front of my face to see if I’d blink. They’d ask what I was doing, and I would say “Thinking,” and they would say “You’re weird.” I thought that was fair enough, except for the part where they sometimes seemed to think there was something wrong with that.
Ah, those were the days. A lovely essay, as ever. Thank you for sharing.
Really get this..right through to the Sophie's World. Many thanks.
Oh, cool, you also read Sophie’s World? Nice to hear from you!
Yes it was a big favorite and I still have my copy of it 😄
>The other kids used to wave their hands in front of my face to see if I’d blink. They’d ask what I was doing, and I would say “Thinking,” and they would say “You’re weird.” I thought that was fair enough, except for the part where they sometimes seemed to think there was something wrong with that.
Ah, those were the days. A lovely essay, as ever. Thank you for sharing.
Nice to have you along! Should I use your screen name for the next bit, or would you rather I just refer to you as a friend?
I’ll always be here reading, just haven’t known what to say!
Well! If I have a place to be mentioned, it would be my honor to be named in it.
I really appreciated this, especially since the next part of On Drugs that I'm writing about is all about Descartes!
Oh, cool! I'll look forward to it. I've been enjoying your critical and, ah, experienced perspective on the topic at hand.