Tracing Doubt

Its so odd to think that our minds can process so much. Have you ever thought about that? Or how even when just a bit of information left out can change our entire view on a situation...I really do want to know how the brain works, so for the next few weeks I will be doing research on different parts of the brain. This is completely out of context as to what I was going to post about but I guess it found it's place.

Anyway. Goodness. Sometimes I wonder "Will any of this matter in the end?" Will my words actually have an effect on people? Because sometimes I feel like I'm screaming but no one can hear me. I will be sitting somewhere and say something relevant to the situation and people will just continue on with the conversation as if my mouth had never opened. I always secretly hope that at least one person heard me, just so I don't feel so invisible so at least then I know that I'm not a silent voice.

I am a very frequent reader. I'm not sure if I have posted this on this blog yet, but I have a feeling I make up for my nonevent-full life by reading a bunch of stories of other peoples event full lives. Most of the people don't even exist. In all truth my life isn't even nonevent-full. Maybe it's just to escape into a more... likable world? If that makes sense. Art and reading are my true routes of escape from reality. (Well that and the mindless watching of YouTube at obscene hours of the night...morning?)

I feel like such a bum. I mean I get to complain and contemplate about life and how the brain works while people around the world are starving. Something is very wrong with this picture. In America, we worry about being obese. I mean really?! How sad is that? We worry about being too fat while people are starving, not only in other countries, but in our very own streets. Gah!

I don't really remember where I was going with this....bananas.

DFTBA.

-Laura

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