Well, ok, yeah, there are times I want blue hair and shit. It is cool to be obsessed with obscure 90's bands and have Chinese fans and saw off the heads of Barbie dolls. But quite frankly, I enjoy being my semblance of normal. I fully realize that I am far from ordinary, but I love the fact that I am brunette, have bangs, wear glasses half the time, and find joy in sitting in the kitchen contentedly eating mac and cheese.

At times I am confused by the darkness of Sundays. Have not yet found the reason that they move slower, or feel different, like God has switched off the sky and we are left floating in deep space, a nameless planet unattached to the Sun's orbit.

I like that people change as they grow older. Human beings are like the most intricate puzzles, they can be unpredictable and predictable and predictably unpredictable or vice versa. I don't know what emotions are, but they are there, and they exist whether or not we have proof of them in a corporeal body. I like that we cannot prove them but they are are strong to the point of guiding our actions, tangible actions, as much as we can learn to exert control over them. I like that human beings can do anything, and that the promise of tomorrow could entirely disrupt your life and have five thousand things thrown at you at once. Even if you fail, there are a multitude of actions to take, things to do, objectives to accomplish. Life to enjoy.

Perhaps philosophy is right when it suggests that beauty is useless because it has value beyond usefulness.

I must discipline my mind.