blogging diarrhea

 

All this free time I have right now is not doing me any good. I haven’t really done anything productive other than kill some brain cells and sleep. But those rare moments I am awake and clear headed weird thoughts have been going through my mind

 

Have you ever wondered why you’re seeing your life through your eyes?

Ok, may sound really stupid, but think about everyone on this big ass planet and think of you as an individual. You’re living life through your eyes, not through your friend Johnny or Ann. I don’t know why it came as a shock to me the other day when I realized I’d have to be living my life through my eyes for as long as I’m on Earth. It freaked me out for a couple of seconds until I realized I couldn’t really switch bodies in the first place. Stupid. But yeah, it still made me think about, why in this body and why through these eyes??

 

In other thoughts, I’ve been thinking about my past. The decisions I made in the past, trying to categorize them as right decisions, mistakes, and regrets. There was this one thing of the past that came under the “regret” category, I’ve been thinking what if I didn’t make that decision back then, would I still be the same person I am now? But then, what would life be if I did otherwise? After half an hour I came to the conclusion that what’s done is done. Move on. Past is past. Etc….

 

What if I was born in a tribe? Like the ones that live deep in the jungle, going around top less, with really dark brown skin, having to catch my own food, live with the nature, and climb trees. It seems so simple. But then again, we’re living in the time of globalization and development, my tribe would probably be a tourist attraction with white people carrying metal cases pointing at me. OR be shooting helicopters, that try to take a picture of us, with a bow and arrow (haha… if you read/watch the news you’d know which tribe I’m talking about)

 

What if I didn’t go get that piercing and didn’t meet the person that made such a big difference in my life now, I wonder how different I would have been now.

edit: what’s done is done.

 

I watched this movie called Elephant the other day. It was a pretty interesting movie, it was a little confusing at first, then again I wasn’t really sober when I was watching it, so I might watch it again sober one of these days.

 

Which reminds me, I never really got to watch One Hour Photo as a whole movie. I either saw the beginning or the ending and I never really got the ending. With the photo of the 4 of them. Anyone care to explain this to me?

 

My new favorite food for now is a Fransk Hotdog.. Cheesedog with half ketchup and half chili. Ahh… I’ve been graving that for the past 2 weeks. Somehow I never got myself to walk down to the local grill or the gas station to satisfy my craving.

 now I shall slumber.