Right now I'm in History class and while everyone else is typing away at their classwork, I get to enjoy myself with whatever I want because I did the work already, thinking it was homework. That's one thing I like about school: If you make a mistake, it can only benefit you.
I wrote this last week, so don’t get thrown off by the tense of the passage
I didn’t know it was possible for someone to change so much. Last week she looked like she always did: Blond, medium length hair with black clothes. Today she came in with shorter, purple hair with purple clothes. I was blown away. I had no clue it was her until my brother told me. At the time of this writing, I’m still amazed. It’s like someone put her soul into someone else’s body.
This leads me to a question that I have pondered for a few years now and it still perplexes me. Why am I “me?” Why are you “you?” Why is he “him?” What determines who’s conscious controls the body? Who or what determines what makes us “us?” Look in the mirror. Move around. Why were you picked to be “you?” It may seem hard to explain what I mean, but once you understand it, it is a very interesting concept.
Right now it’s the eve of Tuesday and she has returned to the black clothes. It might just have been the sweater that threw me off.
hey this is kristen macmillan. weird, i know, that i'm writing you a comment, and you might think i'm a creep, but i follow your blog because i am going through the same states of mind that you are. i often wonder the exact same thing as you described, and i understand how difficult it might seem to describe exactly what we mean, but i understand perfectly.
ReplyDeletewith this notion comes maturity beyond our years. yeah, we're pretty young. but mentally, to be thinking so existentially is a very graduated thing to accomplish. but with this maturity comes the pain of being the odd one out. i often feel alienated, either because i try as much as my potential allows and people think i'm a "teacher's pet," or because i don't apply myself and they say i'm lazy. it's such a difficult balance. i just wanted to let you know i'm here, and i understand.
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1) way to blog about aimee
ReplyDelete2) I too understand what you were talking about. I could go into the whole scientific reasoning for it, but I won't (mostly because its excessively wordy and boring). If you are religious, then you might think that God assigned you the most appropriate body and life for your soul or something. But for others, you may ask yourself "What makes me more deserving to be me than someone else?" Indeed, this is a case of reality meets imagination and thought, creating the ubiquitous question "Why this and why not that?" They say that everything happens for a reason, but does it? Are we who we are by chance or on purpose? Oh questions, questions questions. How dreary life would be without them.