Occam’s Razor

I loathe thinking that all of this has been building up to a single moment, and how cliche that single moment may end up being… I think I’ve got an idea of what it is. But far too cliche! Far too obvious. Heard it a million times before. Boring. Change the channel. So what? There are worse things. In the olden days, you would have already been an adult.

I guess you know where this is going. I am trying to be more interesting, trust me. More unique.

I am sorry, really, I wanted a better story. I invented voices as a kid. It made people happy. I wanted that story. That never interfered with anyone else’s role, only facilitated it. People stopped pestering me with questions. I started to think that I actually heard voices. How is that possible? Live in a world where the scripted version is all that matters.

Occam’s razor cuts like a bitch. In truth, both stories are equally cliche. One just happens to be true. Or several, I don’t know. I do know the one that wasn’t.


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