10/29/16

Someone suggested I write more often. Something about writing develops one's voice and helps gather thoughts. I imagine it acts as a tool to recap on the day; what occurred, what is new, who had some cool ass socks, or whatever arbitrary bits of shockwaves run through your mind creating the day’s thoughts.

Anyway, I went to church again today. I am more observant of my surroundings now. Might it be because the shit going on became more interesting or is it because work and the effects of becoming an adult wired my brain to open my eyes more, resulting in more keen intuitiveness as well as noticing more? I don’t even know if the grammar in that sentence in correct. I might need another comma or to place the question mark in another place in that junk.  Whatever.

Many things are predictable in our world. Math, science, studies; for the most part, there’s numbers behind many of the things we do here. Approximately how fast a type of plant may grow, how much a stock’s value is expected to rise, and now even visual projections of what a couple’s offspring might look like even before birth. However, I’ve recently become infatuated with how unpredictable something most of us overlook and paradoxically do not pay much mind to: thoughts.

One can never accurately predict what another person is thinking. Sure, we can brainstorm and come up with speculative ideas all we want but there is no way of actually knowing unless we are the one thinking it. What’s even more fascinating is that the longer they think, the harder and less likely it is to even brainstorm on what the cerebrum has on the menu.

Regardless of the difficulty, I’ve been playing a game with myself about trying to decipher what goes through someone’s mind while in deep thought. We called it being “stuck.” You’ve probably seen it, when you randomly look in a direction and someone looks as if they shrunk and jumped into the water of one of those cubes in the plastic ice tray everyone’s grandmother has in the fridge for a couple of hours. It’s actually kind of fun.

Everyone has a story; everyone grew up and experienced life differently in terms of what curveball they received and how they hit it. Sometimes when I’m stuck it can go from “damn this double bacon cheeseburger is banging” to “why did I choose to react like that? I must’ve hurt that person’s feelings” in a matter of seconds.  I can only imagine it is similar for most of us. In these stuck moments we often think about some deep shit. Anything from “What can I make for dinner tonight” to that one thing we did but keep to ourselves because we are not very proud of it. We all have one.

If I ever had to pick a superpower it would probably come down to the ability to get back double of what I spend or read minds. As sick as the first one sounds, read minds it is.

Sometimes I wish I could know what went on in everyone’s head. That way, I could help.