Accidents Made Right 1: Pistanthrophobia

February 14, 2006; 30 years before the Split

Ugh, Valentine’s Day. Another day of my parents pestering me over and over because I haven’t found a girlfriend yet.

I’m 6! Why are they… actually, never mind. They are my parents. I’m sure they know the best for me.

But still. Even if they do, I’m not interested in that stuff yet. Sure, maybe when I grow older, my hormones will change and I’ll start to crave… romantic attention.

Now that I think about it… I haven’t found any girl attractive at all. By any standards. Toddler, teen, or adult…

Maybe there’s something wrong with me?

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Anyways, I’ve been doing some research. Apparently, I have an IQ higher than almost every other person on the planet!

I think this is caused by a unique ability I have that’s similar to Photographic Memory, except more… instant.

To explain it with an example, the other day I decided to try and play a guitar. After picking it up, I somehow instantly knew how to play it, and was able to play a whole song instantly!

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Well, technically. My finger’s started to bleed before I could complete the song. Curse this young, adolescent body.

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I’ve also been trying to figure out the strange flower birthmark on my neck. It looks identical to a white gardenias… but it makes no logical sense!

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Maybe it’s connected to these dreams I’ve been happening? They’re… hard to explain. The only thing from them I can remember is a voice.

It’s cheery, and positive… just hearing it sounds comforting. Along with that… there is something else I tend to hear as the voice speaks in my dreams.

Electricity.

Oh, wait, my dad’s calling me. Better go see what he needs. Talk to you later!