I do not remember much about my previous self. I know I am not from this planet. It could be a ship or some other entity for existence. I wonder about a great deal of things. This wondering confuses me. I wonder if I felt this way before. My human form is weak sometimes. Sometimes strong. I recall separating a human’s torso from the waist and legs. I was surprised at how easy it was. I would like to delve into that in a future post. Yet I fear paper. It cut me in the office before and I bled. The bleeding stopped quickly, and I was afraid and screamed in what I believe was an unhuman way. Others stared wide-eyed at me. If I were them I would think that I was an alien. After my cut and foreign scream I treat paper with care. Gingerly. My undeveloped conclusion is that my previous form had skin that would not heal like human skin. I look forward to remembering what it was.
I am distracted. I am Donygal. I do not remember much. I still have a great deal that I cannot access. It’s there. As for contractions, I must work on them. Colloquial English depends on contractions, and plenty others. I tend to avoid them. I will change that. I ought to behave like a human, after all. It would be unfortunate for me to be caught as an alien in a human form, before I can remember my purpose and tasks. I live in Canada. I appear to be working for the government. That is all I can say about it. I do not know much more, and the little more I know, I desire to hide from the readership.
I must remark on two recent observations on humans that I believe will be significant in my endeavour to be human. One is to lie. It is strange to state things that do not reflect reality. Exceptions are would should could and other theoretical discourse. To deceive is a new use of language to me. I look forward to forming a habit of lying. I presume it will become useful. Now it seems impractical. Much like the human situation. Is it not? The other observation now eludes me. I will discuss in the future when I recall. I feel I will recall this easily.
Back to the paper. Journal writing should aid in remembering, as I was advised. This implied a notebook. Rather than expose myself to paper so often I landed on the idea of typing a journal. Then I was advised to write a blog. A coworker explained blogging. I am uncertain what blogging will achieve. I do not see a detriment to blogging for now. If there are any others like me on earth I would hope they find this blog and connect. Friends would be useful.