Awesome is the ability to put down all notes on a single note card in an organized manner. Wonderful is being able to find said note card each time you have a new note. Horrendous is losing the note card shortly before writing a new blog post.
Looks like I'm doing it by memory tonight.
At work, a little girl came behind the register and watched me while I checked out her mom's groceries. After some time spent examining me, she exclaimed "She has a tiny head!" Her mom tried to cover it up by saying, "Yes, she has a beautiful head."
Recently, in one of my classes, my professor handed me a stack of papers to pass back. I handed a few copies to those on my left, as there were only three people, and handed the rest of the papers to my left. A few minutes later, I realized I forgot to give myself one. And as I realized this, I said it out loud. My professor, having heard this, announced it to the class so she could procure another copy from the back of the room. This was incredibly embarrassing.
For the past couple of days, I have become detached from the world. This is one of those occasions where I am not all there. I realize it, but there is no fixing it. I have to wait it out, and hope that my peers understand and accept it.
These are the most valuable times for me, though. It is in this situation where I can understand the actions of fellow humans the most. This is when I can observe, predict, study, and conclude about the reasons behind behaviors. It is because of this odd detachment that I am most attached to the subconscious minds of others.
It is incredibly odd, though. This gift allows for me to understand things about others that they themselves are only just realizing. A simple twitch can denote anger if in the correct location. I see it, and then I retreat while they start forming defensive strategies.
This is not to say that I understand everything. Proof of this is that I still have yet to understand why so many become aggressive, and even violent, while discussing their religions with others. I myself am of a highly harassed belief system, yet I do not attack with Biblical quotes or ostracization. I rarely even talk about my beliefs, as I have discovered that by even mentioning them in an academic, historical context, there will always be others around who attack.
The title of this blog is not in the spirit of Halloween, but merely a reflection of a student of mine, who recently caught a praying mantis only to have it stolen and destroyed by another student.
"All wars are civil wars, because all men are brothers. " -Francois Fenelon
No comments:
Post a Comment