So Weird, Right?

I’ve been bothered lately by the fact that we judge people based on so little of their lives. It is our society that encourages this, because we weren’t born with an inclination to make judgement or scrutinize other people in a negative way. It’s been said before, that prejudices and such are learned behaviors, not biological ones. It’s pretty much entirely unconscious, and we all do it – we classify someone as “shy” or “antisocial” if they don’t speak in class, or as “snobby” if they post too many selfies on social media, or as “an asshole,” if they are speeding and driving screwy on the road. If someone dresses differently than we do, or than the majority, we label them “weird.”

We stigmatize mental illness and addiction, because it’s beside the norm. We can’t fathom what must be wrong with those “types” of people.

I think it’s very rare that these snap judgement are true, so I’ve begun to give people the benefit of the doubt. Maybe they just lost a pet, or a friend – maybe that’s why they’re aloof. Maybe they are trying to compensate for being incredibly insecure, or depressed, or angry. They cope differently. It doesn’t matter if they’re strangers, or acquaintances, or even people that are close to me but I don’t always understand their actions. I don’t truly know what is going through their minds.

We don’t know half of anyone’s story. We don’t truly know anybody.

We don’t know what they’re going through, we don’t know the struggles in their day-to-day lives or their internal conflicts. We don’t know why people behave the way they do, but just because we don’t understand something doesn’t mean we should dismiss it.

It’s important for us to be kind, even in our own thoughts, because our thoughts are only in our head for so long – over time, ugly thoughts will make their way out, and show themselves to the world. We need to be better than that and transform those initial opinions into sympathetic, open-minded, forgiving ones.


” … That is what we say when we go not wish to play the weakling, we say Fine, even though we may be dying, and this is commonly known as taking one’s courage in both hands, a phenomenon that has only been observed in the human species.”

-Jose Saramago, Blindness

We Don’t Know What We Don’t Know

I saw a post on Tumblr earlier this morning that really made me think, and I knew I had to write about it. Hopefully some of you will find this as interesting as I do.

It was from the page just-shower-thoughts, and it read, “If we had no ears, we would be unaware of the existence of sound. There could be whole different aspects of the universe that we wouldn’t be able to detect just because we don’t have the organs to do so.”

At first I was like, “Huh. That’s true.” Obviously.

If we had no eyes, we couldn’t see, no taste buds and we couldn’t taste, etc. But then I got to thinking. There are things in the universe that we, as humans, still cannot experience. We can’t hear certain sounds, like really high-pitched ones, that dogs and other animals can (i.e. dog whistles). We can’t even see certain colors because our eyes aren’t equipped to; they just aren’t powerful enough. There are some colors that our brain cancels out because some colors together are supposed to be impossible to see simultaneously. Therefore, to the human eye, it’s not there. Shrimps, on the other hand, can see these colors in question. Their eyes are so drastically different that they can discern things we can’t. There are hundreds – if not thousands – of colors that we cannot perceive, as a human race. That fact itself astonishes me and gives me headache, because I can’t even imagine a color that I haven’t already seen before. The brain can’t just make up things like that. I can’t make up a name for a new color. I can’t even try to describe one. But yet, they exist.

Going beyond the color realm and eyesight, there are other concepts and ideas that probably exist in the world but are undiscovered. I’m not even talking about outer space – although that’s a whole different discussion, as I’m sure concepts beyond our imagination exist out in the universe. But here, on planet Earth. It is so huge. We don’t even know how much is out there that our fragile human bodies cannot experience or even have the chance to grasp simply because we weren’t created with the capabilities. The potential. We always hear about how gifted people are, how complicated our brains are. Our brains are so complicated even we can’t figure them out, and they’re in our own skulls.  We hear about how every atom we’re made of is structured perfectly, how we are built impeccably. But maybe we’re not actually all-powerful. Humans created technology, and mathematics, and electricity, but we can’t even hear a high-pitched sound.

Our downfalls are beyond our control. Beyond our abilities. It has nothing to do with how smart we are, or how creative. We are smart enough to make these discoveries, to know that there are some things we will never be able to do.

Sometimes I wonder if there’s more. Maybe there is a whole dimension beyond our reach, but existing right here in the world we live in. Not another world or anything, but an abstract concept. Something that enhances life, or has the potential to, but is never appreciated by the human mind. It’s unknown to every living thing.  Perhaps there’s something else tangible, beyond sight, or sound, or smell, or taste, or touch or any of the human senses. We don’t have a name for it because it is invisible to us.

But it is there.

Day One

I know I’m talking to no one right now, but I thought I’d make a first post to my new blog just for the hell of it. I’m pretty active on Twitter and Instagram and even Tumblr, but not professionally, so I’m not sure how this is going to work out.

I’ll be posting things that make me myself, such as poems and daily thoughts, recipes, reviews , photographs, lists, love advice, love questions, general opinions.

Like it says in my description, I really am still trying to figure things out.

I’m 20 years old, I’m a college student from southeastern Michigan. I struggle with a part time job and homework, as well as keeping up relationships and getting my regular dose of Netflix. I own a baby turtle. I enjoy making bracelets, taking long walks, and drinking coffee. I have a collection of shot glasses. I’ve never been to the Grand Canyon. My favorite colors are dark ones, and I love cold weather. I don’t know what I want to be what I grow up. I used to think your twenties was old, but I’m still a kid who doesn’t know what’s going on.

I’m a writer at heart. I use writing to cope, to express myself, and to unwind. I write when I can’t think straight, because the words in my head don’t make sense until I see them in front of my eyes. I’ve always been a writer, so I just want the opportunity to do that freely.

Hopefully I’ll have an audience, and hopefully they’ll be kind, and if I’m lucky they’ll be eager and willing to read what I say.

I have a lot to say. Be ready.