A Note For People Who Think We’re Nuts

Just a follow-up sort of postscript to my introductory post: before you dive right into that whole “oh my god, they must be clinically insane” pool.

Aside from my point about having been evaluated by multiple psychiatrists, none of whom considered “quantum reincarnation” a manifestation of mental illness: what you need to be aware of is the fact that we are entirely functional. 

And by that I mean: we pay the rent(a week early, every month, actually; we’ve never been late even once since we moved here). We pay the bills. I do suffer from several forms of anxiety disorder, so I have trouble with phone calls, but they do get made: calls to my specialists, calls to the phone company, etcetera. We take care of our amazing dogs. 

We don’t think we have some sort of “special powers”. We don’t think our people bestow miraculous gifts on us across multiple realities — although skills crossing over when there is little or no formal training or study(or, sometimes, not even an interest) is something that has happened, to the point where I’ve fantasized for years about finding a reputable researcher who’d be interested in exploring how it’s possible — or that our minds or bodies are in any way superior to anyone else’s. (Most of the time I think my body is very inferior. Heh) We’re not any more special, gifted, or important than anyone else. We’re just unusual... but legitimate, and us. 

(Note to this: I do believe that we have a serious purpose for being here/being like this/having had to fight just to justify our own existences; and I have had some really strange experiences with the nature of reality in some cases. But if you can’t tell the difference between what I’m saying and someone who has absolutely zero connection with the outside world, then you should probably stop reading: you might just not get it.)

A lot of people seem to think that because our people come from “fictional”(Note: that word. ARGH) timelines, that we’re somehow unable to distinguish that existence from this one. And this is a super-important distinction. 

Because one of the biggest justifications people have used over the years to attack us is the idea that we somehow walk around in some 24/7 hallucination. That we expect random strangers to respond with Shock and Awe™️ to the fact that OHMYGOD, X PERSON HAS GIFTED THEM THE TIME OF DAY. 

(The “gift” in any honest exchanges with people — strangers or otherwise — is for us, actually: the gift of having someone listen without judging, listen and maybe even empathize a little.) 

Or people think that we can’t go to appointments, go shopping for groceries, go out for coffee, etc. without an invisible but hugely obvious sign on us both that says “CRAZY OVER HERE”.

The truth is, unless you heard our conversations up close(and even that depends on the day), or know us well enough to pick out details like: this person’s preferred outfit, their posture or nervous habits, small mannerisms or the timbre of their voice— you’d never be able to tell in public. Even if people are actually fronting almost 100%, and are in the midst of some emotional upheaval about a situation or relationship that would NOT be your, uh, average Ann Landers-type problem.

We’re in no way confused about where we are, even in the midst of “bi-locational”(a term I’ll talk more about in a later post) conversations/situations. We’re not waiting for our bodies to change to reflect our memories(well, except that whole “diet and exercise” thing) or something ridiculous like that. I could keep throwing examples out there, but I’m hoping that by this time, you(should I call you “Disbelief-Suspenders”, for now, if you’re still reading?) have gotten the point well enough. 

So if you’re inclined to be hateful or abusive, please be aware that this aspect of our lives, at least, won’t provide you much fodder. And I just thought that this deserved its own post to address it, because to this day it just sort of boggles my mind when people think saying things like these is a valid argument. 

For one thing: it isn’t. It comes off completely childish: “Ooooh ooga booga, where’s your (insult item from alternate timeline)?” 

For another: why people feel as though they have a right to argue about whether or not we exist is something I have a hard time trying to grasp. Our existence is only a threat to you in terms of making you possibly re-think your ideas on the nature of reality, on what defines a life, or any other metaphysical aspects like that: why do you feel that it’s your duty to “debunk” us? 

Remember that no matter what you may think, we’re real people over here on this side of the screen. And we do — shockingly! — have feelings.

Instead, why not pull up a rock and sit down, listen, and maybe learn? At the very least, you might find something interesting. I’m sharing our story because I think it’s worth sharing. Whether or not anyone else does, well... I guess we’ll see.