Sad Song

This morning I woke up to a song that I thought I could handle. I was wrong. Ger..


I'm not going to go all philosophical on you, don't worry. Not much anyway.

When I'm in this kind of mood, it's really easy to slip into a weird, completely out-there rant that I have no control over what-so-ever. It's a little scary. Okay, okay. It's really scary.

People are weird.

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Oh! You want an explanation. I guess I can do that.

Random Fact: The brain is hard wired so that it doesn't matter if the letters in words are scrambled. As long as the first letter and the last letter are the same, someone could read a whole book just fine without the words actually being...well, words. It would be annoying. REALLY ANNOYING.... but, well... I guess that would be the only problem with it.

Example: Hlelo tehre my nmae is.... wlel taht deson't matetr. I'm spaeknig in jbibreish... and wirtnig in it too.

Blahh. That was a bad example, but whatever.

Anyway, people are weird. That wasn't an example, but I guess you could count my random topic change as weird behavior. But think about the human being. They are all the same, and simultaneously all different. Their voices are unique, as are their minds and the way that they think. Seriously... Think about the way you talk in your head. Do you think that anyone else in the world talks like that in their heads? (Uh, head. Singular, not plural. People may be weird, but they don't have multiple heads.)

Whoa, there. Come back to the point. I always stray from the point.

They don't look the same either, I guess. But that aspect isn't as important to me. Their behavior, however, is. Moods, for example. I know it's supposed to be a chemical reaction and all that Polka, but go beyond the science for once. A lot of moods are triggered through certain things. A thought. A conversation. A good book. A really, really sucky movie. Injustice. Love. Seeing something. A snippet of music. Any one of those things could make or ruin some one's day. And I personally can't except that all of that is controlled/caused by hormones in our brains.

Random Fact: Did you know that the body actually weighs less after someone has died. Uh, I mean to say that If you're a person (which most undoubtedly you are... I hope?), and you, uh, die (bear with me here...), then your body would weigh less than it did when you were alive.

Yeah, that creeped me out too. Sorry.

But the point of that macabreness was to highlight the fact that the soul weighs something. And if our personalities (i.e. our SOULS) are caused by chemical reactions, then how would it make sense that.... OH! You see where I'm going with this.

Wait a second. You never said anything about personalities being chemical reactions.

I know, I know. But it really wasn't that far of a leap.

Another weird thing: personalities. They are kind of a miracle, minus the kind of part. Even people that I hate (yes, there are a few...), and even the total creepy stalker weirdo's out there... They all have personalities. ALL of them. And I have to admire that.

Our world, that we've created, through all of our multiple personalities (I mean all of the different people who have personalities, of course. Not all of the people who have multiple personalities), have weaved this raging ball of chaos, and as chaos so often does, it has gotten away from us. We forget, that although we are different, we are also the same. And then we judge people, and are mean to them, and think we're better than them, and all of those things don't make any sense to me, NO SENSE AT ALL. Who are we to judge? That's one of the most cliche statements, but it's probably one of the truest.

Another thing about moods: I forgot a couple of things, but I kind of touched on it when I said conversation. Interaction, with all of the people around us, all of the others that have helped to create this place that is no longer ours, can change a person forever. There are some things you never forget. Spontaneous moments that stand out in your mind clearer than everything else. It might be a smile from someone or a greeting or some really kick ass advice. It could be help offered. Whatever it is, it does make a difference, and if everyone in the world committed one act of kindness (I know that word is used a little out of context, but I mean it to be that way.), then the world would be such a better place to live. But so many people think it's uncool or a waste of time to reach out to somebody. And that's a shame.

And then you get to over compensator's who are to kind and then it's just annoying because of how saintly they are. But that's besides the point.

Wow. I've really gotten off topic haven't I? Jeez. Even my exercise bike rant wasn't this bad.

Um... Well, this is actually a good example. This blog entry is like the world, and we've based everything off of certain fundamentals, but then it spins out of control, and you get crazy people running around running our countries, and then the vigilantes who are screaming opinions on street corners. (Oh. That sounded bad. I didn't mean hookers, I swear.) Those crazy vigilantes aren't actually screaming from street corners, but from roof tops, because street corners have a bad rep. Um...

See. I did it again.

People are weird. I'm weird. I'm really weird.

The thought process has been interrupted. Darn! I'm going to leave you with that, and I'm not going to rant about my bad day, or how it upsets me when I can't figure out why I'm upset, because I think it's weird when people talk about stuff like that on their blogs. But, then again, people are weird, and I'm really weird, and I know for a fact that I've done that before. Repeatedly. Um... I thought I was leaving. I AM leaving. Okay. Bye now! Thanks for reading.


Oofta!


Wait, is this thing still on? Damn it! I always do that! Cut-Cut!!!!!!!

(Oh my Amish. This could go on forever. I'm really going to leave now. I have to go stuff some weird food prepared in a weird crock pot down my weird throat so that my weird mind (Oh, I guess weird stomach would be more appropriate) won't wither away into nothing, and I know if I died, It would definitely be done weirdly, and you would all (five people...barely) miss my weird commentary on everyday life and junk. Oh, goodbye!)