Formal Resignation Notice
get out of my head
get out of my head
When I say my head, I mean mine. Not Dr. Name’s, not stop1010’s, not anyone else’s, mine.
For the past year, four months, and twelve days, there has not been one where I haven’t thought about you. I hate it. I don’t hate you, I just hate how you’re everywhere I go.
Every time, without fail, anytime I read or watch a piece of fiction, the first thought I think is “Wow, that would be a good SCP!”
Every. Time.
More than that, even when doing mundane tasks I can’t stop thinking about you. I’ll be looking at a door knob and think, “What if that knob became the dot in PONG, bouncing off the sides of the door frame? That would be an interesting article!”
Sometimes, I’ll have dreams, not of an SCP or anything, but of me writing an SCP or thinking of a concept for an SCP.
I do not like doing any of the things listed here.
I’m sure you’re wondering now, “Hey, if you don’t like it, why don’t you take a br-”
I already did that. Nothing has changed.
I do not enjoy writing 99% of the time anymore. It is painful. It hurts to write.
Every time I’m not writing about you, I want to be. Every time I’m writing about you, I don’t want to.
I do not know why I still think about you. I don’t want to. I want to move on with my life. It is painful to think about you. Yet I still think about you anyways.
This is such a stupid fucking idea. I come up with some dumb little phrase and waste a day writing an article. Actually, I wouldn’t even call it “writing.” I wrote three paragraphs and spent the rest of the day thinking about writing this article.
The procrastination didn’t stop yesterday either. I spent the entire day listening to music and pretending the lyrics were about this article I haven’t written yet. You were in my head the whole day.
It’s the middle of the night now and I’m finally getting this over with.
Item # SCP-6309
Object class: I don’t know. That’s the point. I’m trying to find out what this is.
Let’s just go with “Uncontained” for now.
Special Containment Procedures: I have no idea.
Description: SCP-6309 is a memetic phenomenon that has only affected me. I will now only refer to myself as SCP-6309-1.
SCP-6309 takes the form of persistent intrusive thoughts of the SCP wiki, even when none are desired. Experiences of SCP-6309 exponentially increase over a period of approximately 1.5 years.
I have reported spending, at minimum, seven hours per day experiencing SCP-6309.
I’ve been thinking about this a lot, and I think writing this is a bad idea. I’ve been spending way too much time thinking about how to make this into an interesting article that people like.
Then I asked myself,
“Do I want this to be a good article, or do I want you to take this seriously?”
It may be disappointing for both of us, but I think I know how to contain this thing now.
Maybe a bit of disappointment is what I need right now.
You know what you need to do.