why so curious?

Log start: 3:08pm October 26th, 2010


But it felt like the right time to do an entry, just because I have nothing better to do (honest truth.)
So, this has been a week of horrific events for the suite. Halloween is comming soon and a few of us are having scary dreams at night, eh. I don't like watching horror movies, i can't take scary things, and i usually don't have nightmares. Well... now that i think about it, it's not exactly nightmares that i'm having, it's just shady stuff is happening... in my dreams... and every morning i wake up and wonder what it all means.

These dreams are having more than an eerie effect when i wake up, these dreams recall the past, a lot of it is about past events but with a different twist. i don't know if it's how i wanted some of these past events to turn out because uhh... they do get scary because somehow they have halloween things incorporated into it like "oh hey look, i'm walking down the street to buy something at the corner store and zombies are walking around and it seems completely normal" and things like "oh word? they finally brought bags of milk to america! COOL! hey edward cullen, look! they have bags of blood too!"

and i wake up like what the fuck.
1) what the hell is happening
2) WHY AREN'T THERE BAGS OF MILK IN AMERICA?

but this recent string of odd dreams also bring back funny memories that are just so random.
one of these flashbacks are as follows:
my friends and i are waiting at a bus stop to go to flushing. i'm probably in 8th or 9th grade, at this time, cellphones are just starting to get popular and i had borrowed my mom's cell cause i told her i was going out. so i'm at this bus stop checking my phone for the time and there's this old guy standing near us and he blurts out "pfft. cellphones, it's how you tell the different between the guys and the girls"

after waking up, i immediately think to myself - "nigga, are you cereal???" <-- i am saddened at my first thoughts of the day.

by 2010, even elementary school children have cell phones in which they can call people with.

--- BRB --- CLASS TIME ---

Resumed 2:31pm 11-2-10
I'm supposed to be reading "I Am A Cat" right now for my class in a little over an hour, but i got bored and thought of something.
In this book, a human writes the feelings and thoughts of a cat. How does that work? How can the human mind be so curious about how the cat mind works that a person a simply write a book about a cat's curiosity on how the human mind works?

You don't get it? Neither can i?

But, what seems to be the question here is curiosity in general. I can't speak for cats, but i can certainly speak for humans. Just why are we so curious? at times when a person mentions something, why must the opposite press on to find out the underlying meaning?
Human curiosity is a mysterious, yet dangerous, attribute.
I give people the benefit of the doubt sometimes when i ask "SUP BRAH? WHERE YOU GOIN'??"
"going out."
"OKAY BRO. HAVE FUN"

Can't life be as simple as that? leave people to their own private matters sometimes and not be nosy, wanting to know everything about everyone?

But of course, the great thinkers before our time has already theorized about this and has said that "human curiosity cannot be tamed"
Do people do it just for the hell of it? What use will that extra information do?

My thoughts? You cannot satisfy the human mind, the human mind thrives on obtaining information, even information that is not useful to them. I am guilty of this simple pleasure sometimes but most of the time i give people the benefit of the doubt.
I want my privacy as much as they want theirs.

But there are others who strive for more, people who strive to know everything, people who live on information, drama, despair of others. Freaks, i tell ya. These people live within their imagination many times over and cannot think of new ways to entertain themselves so they enter the lives of others in order to feed their self-inflicted addiction.

Time changes, human behavior does not.
Curiosity almost killed the cat, but the cat is small, agile, and has nine lives. What can't kill the cat, will surely kill the human, as humans are bigger, slower, and down to their last life.

HakoneDayDreamer, cut short because i really need to read this chapter for a quiz -_-

Mirror

Log start: 5:06am October 4th, 2010


Senior year -_-"
One of the emotions i'm not feeling when the semester started was excitement. I'm not excited that I might graduate after this year and i'm definately not excited about starting "real life." I've seen people come and go and the transition from college life to the real world is not a pretty thing.
Oh how I wish I can be in college forever, but the young must grow old, and the old must entrust the younger generation with the responsibilities that they once held.

Listen to me, i'm only 21 and i'm talking like im 60 years old T_T
But it's true, in the undergraduate community, I am in my fourth year here and the oldest :\

This semester, i'm also starting my e-board position on the SBU Company of Archers (archery club...) as secretary.
Recruiting new people, training new people, and interacting with so many people actually made me realize the fact that i'm flippin' old.

You KNOW that you're old when you look at freshman that just came to the school and you see yourself in them.
What you stood for when you came to college, the way you acted, and the experiences that they're feeling now.

You know how that felt and you know the journey that they're about to go through.
When you look at people, you know exactly how they'll turn out in college, some more than others because you actually see yourself in them.

People say that every single person is unique and that may be true... if you were in a class of about 30 people (grade, middle, high school)
But in college, especially in an international institution like Stony Brook, there are no uniques, there is always a copy of you and when you see these copies, it makes you reminisce the old days. the good, the bad, the could/would ofs, and the joys.

Some people can recognize it more than others... I mean... my second week back, there was holidays already here and the food court closes at different times.
So every thursday, after the archery club meets and does our off campus practices, we come back to roth quad and follow our tradition to eat at wendys.

It so happens that wendys closed early that day and as people were comming out, they said to me "OH, IT'S CLOSED, I THINK YOU SHOULD GO TO KELLY (another food court) JUST WALK UP THIS ROAD, TURN LEFT, WALK UP A HILL AND YOU SHOULD BE THERE!!!"

I bet they felt accomplished.

They just told a senior how to get from one part of campus to the other.

Legends.


Back on topic, there's no way to admit that i'm not old. Honestly, i'm scared of what is to come when i graduate (if i choose to graduate) and i'm scared of what these younger people will become when we leave. it's an unending cycle of worriness. what will the younger version of me become? what will i become in the future? what will they do in the future? I DO HOPE I STAY FOREVER YOUNG, I DON'T WANT TO GRADUATE.

But reality must come, the stage of being a new born baby to a college senior is the end of your youth. from then, you're old, you grow increasingly old as the days go by, and then in 20 or 30 years, you're the spitting image of your parents. you will become what you did not want to be.

But that's the truth that we fail to see, it's the truth of what we don't want to admit, and it's the truth of what life will end up as.

I mean, come on... i even remember when pluto was a planet...


HakoneDayDreamer, where's that fucking fountain of youth?? flippin' explorers...