I’m a Nutjob.

Hi my name is Annie, and I am a conspiracy theory junkie.

Beforeitsnew.com is a site I check ritualistically, every night, before sleep… well use to. Yes, I know- the site is #ridic. This site informed me of all the news, before it was cool. In other words, a drastic alternative view. Among the subjects: politics-pertaining the government, aliens, religion, illuminati, and false flag. All of which are subjects that mainstream media can’t cover because come on. This site is the basis of my research and from there I take a trip to Google, because facts- I mean, the internet told me so! I can go on and on about the theories and the strings of connections that happens.

You can give me a word and I can spit a related tidbit back. For example, there’s a conspiracy that aliens also known as extraterrestrial beings (that is the origins are not of Earth) are what the bible referenced to as fallen angels, or that God is a species of alien, or Jesus was an alien or at least a hybrid. This is a taste of the plethora of paths I can take. I see these theories, much like branches from a tree. These branches then connect, creating an intertwined, interwoven mesh that becomes tangled, unable to undo. Indeed a chaotic way of thinking.

It’s not so much that I agree with the theories presented, or even believe any of it for that matter, rather it’s the feeling I get when I am able to connect seemingly unconnected things. At the basis, this connection is where creativity stems from, and where my passion lies. When something connects, there’s an epiphany. A high almost, which fuels my obsession with synchroncity. Maybe it’s epiphenomenon-nothing more than me being a self-deceiving individual assigning meaning to randomness or even apophenia-this tendency to see meaningful patterns within randomness. Regardless, my heart races as if I’m one step closer towards understanding the core of existence. In truth, it’s a complicated question that mankind has always been searching for. This question of existence, mortality, and the meaning of it all. Though there certainly isn’t a one size fits all formula.

At the end of the day, I guess I’m not Annie, but rather Alice. This world is a rabbit hole and I’m constantly lost in awe at the curiosity of this wonderland.