Ran away with the spoon
Speaking in a somewhat spiritual and philosophical sense, much of my life has felt like one long bout of "Wait... what did I come in here for?"

Maybe everyone feels like this. I don't know, I've only inhabited one body as far as I know.

It's leaving wherever you are with the intention of going into another room and performing some task. You were going to get a pair of scissors, clean the sink, grab a piece of mail, whatever. But by the time you get there, you've completely forgotten what you meant to do. So you stand there and look around the room, hoping that some item will jump out and remind you. And until you finally remember what it was, that nagging feeling will not go away.

Now, I know that everyone experiences that. But do you ever feel like you left another dimension, plane of existance, etc. to come here and do... *something*, except you forgot what it was? Maybe I came here for the spiritual equivalent of a spoon-- or an actual spoon, I mean who knows, right?

My soul is in a perpetual state of "There was something I meant to do when I got here..."

I've always been thinking about it. Which might be the reason why my apocalypse dreams freak me out so much.

I just get so frustrated with the entire human race, and I can't decide if that incredible frustration has something to do with why I might be here, or if it's the distraction that keeps me from remembering what I really meant to do.