[About meeting Tim for the first time at his office. My reaction several hours later processing an adrenaline induced tunnel vision episode, which lead to a multi-day panic attack].
OH MY GOD, FUCKIN’ SHIT!
I missed everything. I mean everything. I was completely wrong!!! There is no Office Tim. Freaky memory totally scrambled things. I was convinced that Office Tim was not Video Tim. Mistakenly thought Office Tim was Thumbnail Tim. Tim in his office that whole hour was Mystery Tim.
The reality: the entire draft enormous word count narrative/essay is bullshit. Stop. Glaring Screenshot Tim says, “No, now tell the truth.” Ok, right. Everything absolutely was true in the moment and a great deal continues to be true.
So, what the Hell am I talking about?
Full of grief, I was messing with iPhone Voice Memos, somewhere between 24-36 hours post visit. I was devastated that I had no recorded memories. I listened to a lot of static. I scrubbed forward far enough that I heard voices—clearly. That’s me, that’s Tim. Nearly nothing was lost. Only thing lost was the spots of bad translation to transcript. So OMG, FS! Getting what you want can stop depression. For a moment. I’m so ready to soak, explore, and rectify.
Oh yeah, for sure, I’m going to listen to that Again! This could easily end up being a four time listener.
I’ve discovered a priceless artifact and I will greatly value the opportunity to revise the original thesis. I don’t believe I’ve met Scolding Tim. That might happen now. I’m sending a second daily. However, No way I can sit on this until Tuesday.
And, yeah, I know the whole name thing is now absurd. Maybe Tim will laugh?
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