So I might as well give a brief overview of myself, so that people will at least understand a little bit of the crap I go through. I'm the second child in a family of six. So attention isn't sparred anywhere. Not that I do anything to warrant attention. I have average marks in school, I'm not amazing at sports and I don't register high on the social agenda. The only thing that i could be qualified as 'good at' is thinking.
That can be rather confusing. I don't have high marks in school, but don't mistake me for an idiot. Naive and ridiculous maybe, but I'm no fool. I just resign myself to my inner thoughts, giving myself a little space, which can lead my teachers to believe I'm just a helpless moron. In fact, the only reason my teacher know I'm not an idiot is because i got lucky, and my English teacher told me to write down everything that I'm thinking about. It was just a writing assignment so she knew a little bit about us, but I wrote everything that went through my mind, including passing thoughts.
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I don't suppose there's much to write. A lot of what i think isn't really worth reading, and i don't know if you would waste your time reading such a mundane thing. Well, you wanted what I'm thinking, so you're going to get it.
I sometimes wonder if war is really such an avoidable thing. Do people just like to pretend it isn't necessary so they have someone to blame when it does happen? If we really wanted to get rid of war, we should eliminate human ambition, but I don't see that happening.
I wonder what it's like in a war zone sometimes. Is it something like sitting int he electric chair, knowing that you're going to die, but not knowing exactly when, while the idea of it being so close brings you to a sort of terrifying ecstasy? If that's the case, then life is like a war zone, only the enemy shall never be seen or even known. We're only what we want to be, but then i don't know who I am.
That'd make me a sad person, but I'm not sad. At least I don't think so. I try not to be sad, but people just don't see things like they should. When I'm silent, I'm thinking, not sad or angry, yet people insist on talking to me and disrupting my thoughts. That sets me off. What are thoughts made of? Are they electrical impulses that form pictures or words in the mind? What language do we think in anyway? Is it some sort of universal language of pictures and random impulses? Maybe I'm thinking too much, but I do wonder.
I sometimes wonder if war is really such an avoidable thing. Do people just like to pretend it isn't necessary so they have someone to blame when it does happen? If we really wanted to get rid of war, we should eliminate human ambition, but I don't see that happening.
I wonder what it's like in a war zone sometimes. Is it something like sitting int he electric chair, knowing that you're going to die, but not knowing exactly when, while the idea of it being so close brings you to a sort of terrifying ecstasy? If that's the case, then life is like a war zone, only the enemy shall never be seen or even known. We're only what we want to be, but then i don't know who I am.
That'd make me a sad person, but I'm not sad. At least I don't think so. I try not to be sad, but people just don't see things like they should. When I'm silent, I'm thinking, not sad or angry, yet people insist on talking to me and disrupting my thoughts. That sets me off. What are thoughts made of? Are they electrical impulses that form pictures or words in the mind? What language do we think in anyway? Is it some sort of universal language of pictures and random impulses? Maybe I'm thinking too much, but I do wonder.
That's only a little bit of my paper, but you get where I'm going. i mostly think of unimportant things, but they do send me off on other more important things, even if they are a little trivial to you.
