It's all moist and weird in there...

Thinking about thinking about thinking...

I don't know how to handle my own mind.

--Which is to say, my mind works in ways that are mysterious even (especially?) to me. Furthermore, the more in examine my mind, the deeper I probe, the odder it feels.

I think there some kind of equivocation here about odd and peculiar vs unfamiliar. Both are synonymous with "strange." But the more accurate meaning is probably the latter, in that the deepest recesses and mechanisms of my psyche are not thoroughly reconnoitered yet. Unfortunately the