Consciousness as result of sexual selection – a showy peacock’s tail, a bower bird’s staged abode — functional purpose being attractive to a potential partner but in this case not (only) resident in one sex.

As such like most sexually-selected traits, it reduces fitness but also advertises one’s high levels thereof.

This is probably not a new idea. Truly novel ideas are very, very rare. But I thought of it myself and I’m pretty proud of that.

Chances of being true, even partially? I’d say five percent. Or about the same or better as any other idea about consciousness.

“Loosening up” isn’t something I do.

I’ve never done it. I’ve seen others do it, yes. But I have no idea what it feels like.

Not when I’m sleeping. Not when I’m resting. Not when I’m wide awake.

Even alcohol doesn’t work. It changes my demeanor not one whit.

Yes, I can feel its effects. I hate that it makes me slower. Mostly alcohol just annoys me because it means I could not fight and could not run very well if needed. But I don’t really feel any different other than slightly stupider. And grumpy at my slowness.

Even with four glasses of wine in me.

Reasons I don’t mingle with normals: this one is among them.