Had an intense inner searching session this morning.
That my back of the head felt rather strained at the moment.
If I were your average person, I'd panic that something in my head felt like it's burning.
It's one thing witnessing myself back into a 1st grader, being enthusiastic about all sort of old things most kids like to try and discover, with me stepping in and showing the modern advances.
Or to for said child to run to my dad after getting disappointed at me for not stopping the sneezing -- then hear my dad, telling me he loves me and express regret because of his carelessness of his habits, along with other memories like him and mom fighting.
And of me telling me of things that could've, of things that is being now and of forgiving.
Then I dug deep enough, that whatever possible lifelong (and hopefully reversible) neurogenic induced crap I'm investigating, my biggest life nuisance is automatically visualized as some sort spiny lobster latched on my upper spinal cord.
Digging the inner child and the subconscious is fricking weird.