Observations of a stony Brooke
I think that every person has a certain amount of ignorance about their own feelings. Why are we so complex? There are layers to emotions, our self image is a most complex, abstruse thing. It's amazing how different my self image is depending on the day. One day I wake up and feel attractive, confident. Ready to go into society as a functioning member. Then, the next I look in the mirror and hate myself. Everyone around me gives off a bad vibe. Everything I say is annoying to me. Why don't we seize opportunity when we see it? When I see that chick in the mall I know I will regret not talking to, I still don't. Why are we (I) so afraid of new. I am afraid of new. Well, that's the first layer of my self image. The truth is a little lower than that.The truth is, I don't talk to new people because I think I'm fucking ugly, and I'm everyone's last option. If you were to burrow deep, into the very fabric of your existence, a small idea takes seed.The truth is, I don't KNOW why. I can apply logic to layers. But not to the core. I can't understand it. It's too complex. The maze before me is too great too traverse in a life time. I can literally see A black hole in the middle of my head. As if inside my head rests another universe, one where perhaps I am the god. All the people on planet earthinmyhead curse me for creating them. They wonder why I do not intervene, keep their crops from dying. It is because I did not know you were there. What if we are all just billions of little pieces of brain matter working for some asshole of a guy in the real world? What if the reason everything is going to shit is because he is getting old and nothing really makes sense in his head anymore. It's getting fuzzy, the memories fade and he doesn't have reasons for his actions any longer? I guess, then in the head of every person in my Universeime Has billions of stars in their cranium,And we all are, whether we realize it or not, a star :)