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 -_-