Mathy Stuff
Boss Of Me
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Boss is driving to where she works, listening to eighties electronica music while she sings along.
Boss: “Heeeey babeh, you're drivin' me crazeh.
I'm stuck in the eightehs.
You're my axiom of choice,
(beat)
axiom of, axiom of
(beat)
axiom of choice!”
Boss: Wow! I'm tired. I better drink some coffee soon. Why did I stay up, reading my old diary.
Boss: I was so stupid back then. “Hah!” I totally forgot about that time I stole that box of muffins from work. It might have been stupid, but I can't believe they fired me.
Boss: They were two days old any ways, and I worked really hard there. Not like my slacker grave shift employees now.
Boss:That place better be clean. Yesterday the place was worse than when I left the day before.
Boss: “uh oh” did I lock the door? I can't remember.
Boss: Shoot! Traffic, what do I do?
Boss I can't think. I can't think. I can't think.
Boss: “yes” I did lock the door.
Boss: I'll go north. Then I can take 30th.
Boss: hmm... that's funny, I thought that I couldn't think for awhile there. Well my mind obviously does not work exactly as it thinks. Because it would be impossible for my mind to think that it can not think, and for my mind to be correct, because then it would have to not think, but it did think that whole thing up.
Boss: However, I really did think I could not think. My mind was totally spaced out, and to top it off some how I managed to keep repeating those words in my mind, continue driving, remember if I lock the door, and decide the best route to work.
Boss: Even though I could swear I couldn't think, at the same time I felt as if I controlled everything I thought up. But if I think about it now, I'm not a hundred percent sure.
Boss: Is it possible that my mind is just an idea machine trained from past memory's and experiences, and my consciousness is simply the decider of which ideas are useful and what to do with them.
Boss:Then maybe my consciousness, trains my mind so that it can come up with better ideas in the future.
Boss: I wonder if I can get off work early today.
Boss: Or maybe my consciousness doesn't do anything and it purely observes my mind working, and my subconsciousness decides everything, and I'm just tricked into thinking I have control over my mind.
Boss: I have so much stuff I need to do at home.
Boss: Maybe my subconsciousness doesn't exist and I'm not in control of anything. I just think I am because I'm tricked into thinking I'm in control, and my mind just does what the past state compels it to do.
(Boss simultaneously sings and thinks the next line,and thinks the line after that)
Boss: ”You're my Axiom of Choice.” God I love that song. It makes so much sense
Boss: Well I guess I'm here. I better put my game face on.