Her Smiling Eyes

Sunday, December 12, 2004

Vickie and I discussed how mornings should be kept silent. People are usually cranky or not in the mood in the mornings, so talking should be left for when people are a little more awake. I have come to believe that a majority of wars start in the morning.

Person A talks to Person B. Person B just woke up and is not in the mood. Person A has been up for a while and is fully awake and perky. That being said, Person A persists on the morning conversation. Person B says fuck off, it's too early to converse. Person A is offended and says Person B must have gotten up on the wrong side of the bed. Person B punches Person A in the face. A fight begins, and ends with one of them declaring war with the other. The next morning, they meet at some hill (because with any other time of war, people would take into consideration each others motives; whereas in the morning, no one gives a fuck and just wants to sleep) and Side A and Side B do their best to kill each other off as quickly as possible so that they can go back to sleep.

So my fellow Americans, avoid at all costs talking in the morning. Take into consideration that these people just woke up and most likely won't give a hoot what the hell you are talking about, whether you are telling them your hair is on fire or that theirs is. I have a feeling that morning silence will bring peace all over the world.

I keep having flashbacks of this dream...a dream I must have had recently but did not recall after waking. Don't ask me how I know it's a dream, because I have no idea. It just feels these little flashbacks (which are undistinguishable, mind you) are bits and pieces of a dream I couldnt remember.

I am really interested in the mind and how it works. Did you ever think about the thought process and what chemicals are necessary in the brain in order to make it happen? Do you ever wonder where these words come from that you speak/type/think? I mean really, when you are having a conversation, you never know what the person is going to say. How on earth do you respond so quickly or have that understanding of what they are talking about? How is it possible to have those moments where you finish someone's sentence or say just the right word someone is trying to think of?

People really underestimate the intelligence they possess as well as the miracles that happen throughout their bodies and minds. People go through life doing the things they do, and take advantage of them. And it's really a shame because everything we do is really spectactular. We adapt, learn, feel, relate, help...we do so many things...and we are all the same but with our own different identities and characteristics. And somehow, with all that, we can have so much in common. Everyone has the opprotunity to relate. From here to Nepal. It's so beautiful, yet so overlooked. It's like colorful fireworks that no one pays attention to. Think about the people you meet. Think about how you meet them. Think about how in a matter of minutes, you can either make a friend or a foe. In a matter of minutes, you can realize how much or how little you can relate to someone just by talking to them. Sometimes you don't even have to talk to them, you can just tell. It's all so amazing, open your eyes world and see all the life around you. Appreciate it while you experience it.

I would like to become fluent in another language, and then speak to someone from where the language is origanted from. Meaning, maybe perfect my spanish, and then go to spain and have conversations with natives of the country. I believe I would appreciate human relation more than ever. Thinking about it, diversity and relation would go hand in hand in that situation. I would be speaking with someone from a different origin, of a different culture, and so on...while in some ways relating to them with beliefs, certain experiences, and common bonds such as family and friends.

And with this reborn appreciation of life

I am more conscious to the blood flowing throughout my body

Pumping from my heart to all my vital organs and then my limbs

Air goes through my noses and is sifted

so that only oxygen goes to my lungs

and the carbon monoxide is returned to the air.

I notice how my eyes blink

simultaneously

at a steady pace with equal intervals inbetween

A process to keep dust and foreign particals out of my eyes.

And as I type these words, signals are being sent from my brain

and down my vertebrae

giving orders for my body to move

Syncronically, the thought process aids in the ordeal

Bringing thoughts to my fingers

so that the action of typing is not an empty tap tap

but a clatter of tapping full of ideas and feelings

with every letter forming a word to appear on this screen

A screen merely made up of pixils.

This box with a luminous picture,

is simply just a box...filled with interconnecting wires,

working together with technology and electricity

to form a computer...

the most intelligent innatimate object known to man.

And much like the computer, is the human.

The difference being, we are not a box

but a skeleton.

Not filled with wires

but with bones, tendons, tissues, muscles, organs, fats, veins, capillaries, arteries, blood, particles, molecules, atoms.

But we both have the ability to learn and retain information.

What makes us different is the contents and the fact that computers are unable to have thought process or feelings.

We out do them in that area of spontantity.

Another thing that came to my mind, I find somethings funny. I see that when I like people, I obviously want to get close to them...but when I get close to them, things get different. And sometimes I dont like the different. Then it looks as if it would be better off if i kept how it was before. So with the people i like, i am afraid to get close to them. Its really frusterating because it seems like things are a lot better off at where you are now...but as humans, you always want more and sometimes more isnt always better. Even with friendships; when friendships are new...they seem to be the best in some instances because you are so close with that person because they are new and you want to learn about them, But after that, it seems there is nothing more to learn about and it gets old. And it happens all over again except its with a new person and you may be the old one.

I just find this repetition very frusteration because everything needs to be constantly renewed in order for satisfaction. And even then, it seems only to be temporary. I'm always either the one pushed aside or running. If only I never got stale, and was able to stick it out instead of running.

I hear constant sirens
After a while, it sounds like busy robots
rushing around and whistling
with their robot lips
Whoooooo wheeeeeee whoooooooo

Jenny at 11:53 PM

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Sunday, December 12, 2004 Vickie and I discussed how mornings should be kept silent. People are usually cranky or not in the mood in the mornings, so talking should be left for when people are a little more awake. I have come to believe that a majority of wars start in the morning. Person A talks to Person B. Person B just woke up and is not in the mood. Person A has been up for a while and is fully awake and perky. That being said, Person A persists on the morning conversation. Person B says fuck off, it's too early to converse. Person A is offended and says Person B must have gotten up on the wrong side of the bed. Person B punches Person A in the face. A fight begins, and ends with one of them declaring war with the other. The next morning, they meet at some hill (because with any other time of war, people would take into consideration each others motives; whereas in the morning, no one gives a fuck and just wants to sleep) and Side A and Side B do their best to kill each other off as quickly as possible so that they can go back to sleep. So my fellow Americans, avoid at all costs talking in the morning. Take into consideration that these people just woke up and most likely won't give a hoot what the hell you are talking about, whether you are telling them your hair is on fire or that theirs is. I have a feeling that morning silence will bring peace all over the world. I keep having flashbacks of this dream...a dream I must have had recently but did not recall after waking. Don't ask me how I know it's a dream, because I have no idea. It just feels these little flashbacks (which are undistinguishable, mind you) are bits and pieces of a dream I couldnt remember. I am really interested in the mind and how it works. Did you ever think about the thought process and what chemicals are necessary in the brain in order to make it happen? Do you ever wonder where these words come from that you speak/type/think? I mean really, when you are having a conversation, you never know what the person is going to say. How on earth do you respond so quickly or have that understanding of what they are talking about? How is it possible to have those moments where you finish someone's sentence or say just the right word someone is trying to think of? People really underestimate the intelligence they possess as well as the miracles that happen throughout their bodies and minds. People go through life doing the things they do, and take advantage of them. And it's really a shame because everything we do is really spectactular. We adapt, learn, feel, relate, help...we do so many things...and we are all the same but with our own different identities and characteristics. And somehow, with all that, we can have so much in common. Everyone has the opprotunity to relate. From here to Nepal. It's so beautiful, yet so overlooked. It's like colorful fireworks that no one pays attention to. Think about the people you meet. Think about how you meet them. Think about how in a matter of minutes, you can either make a friend or a foe. In a matter of minutes, you can realize how much or how little you can relate to someone just by talking to them. Sometimes you don't even have to talk to them, you can just tell. It's all so amazing, open your eyes world and see all the life around you. Appreciate it while you experience it. I would like to become fluent in another language, and then speak to someone from where the language is origanted from. Meaning, maybe perfect my spanish, and then go to spain and have conversations with natives of the country. I believe I would appreciate human relation more than ever. Thinking about it, diversity and relation would go hand in hand in that situation. I would be speaking with someone from a different origin, of a different culture, and so on...while in some ways relating to them with beliefs, certain experiences, and common bonds such as family and friends. And with this reborn appreciation of life I am more conscious to the blood flowing throughout my body Pumping from my heart to all my vital organs and then my limbs Air goes through my noses and is sifted so that only oxygen goes to my lungs and the carbon monoxide is returned to the air. I notice how my eyes blink simultaneously at a steady pace with equal intervals inbetween A process to keep dust and foreign particals out of my eyes. And as I type these words, signals are being sent from my brain and down my vertebrae giving orders for my body to move Syncronically, the thought process aids in the ordeal Bringing thoughts to my fingers so that the action of typing is not an empty tap tap but a clatter of tapping full of ideas and feelings with every letter forming a word to appear on this screen A screen merely made up of pixils. This box with a luminous picture, is simply just a box...filled with interconnecting wires, working together with technology and electricity to form a computer... the most intelligent innatimate object known to man. And much like the computer, is the human. The difference being, we are not a box but a skeleton. Not filled with wires but with bones, tendons, tissues, muscles, organs, fats, veins, capillaries, arteries, blood, particles, molecules, atoms. But we both have the ability to learn and retain information. What makes us different is the contents and the fact that computers are unable to have thought process or feelings. We out do them in that area of spontantity. Another thing that came to my mind, I find somethings funny. I see that when I like people, I obviously want to get close to them...but when I get close to them, things get different. And sometimes I dont like the different. Then it looks as if it would be better off if i kept how it was before. So with the people i like, i am afraid to get close to them. Its really frusterating because it seems like things are a lot better off at where you are now...but as humans, you always want more and sometimes more isnt always better. Even with friendships; when friendships are new...they seem to be the best in some instances because you are so close with that person because they are new and you want to learn about them, But after that, it seems there is nothing more to learn about and it gets old. And it happens all over again except its with a new person and you may be the old one. I just find this repetition very frusteration because everything needs to be constantly renewed in order for satisfaction. And even then, it seems only to be temporary. I'm always either the one pushed aside or running. If only I never got stale, and was able to stick it out instead of running. I hear constant sirens After a while, it sounds like busy robots rushing around and whistling with their robot lips Whoooooo wheeeeeee whoooooooo Jenny at 11:53 PM Comments: Post a Comment
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