I’ve gotten myself in the habit of writing down my feelings.

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I’m not sure that habit is the proper term, though. I’ve found it’s actually quite therapeutic at times to be able to physically sort out my emotions into something that is easier for me to understand.

When I feel angry or sad or happy, my first reaction is to analyze and explain it and then eventually sort it out into something that is comprehensible or maybe even beautiful to some people, sometimes I try to feel things simply in the way they are.

There are times when I can write for an hour, without stopping, and the result will be something I’m proud of. But when I find myself struggling to choose the right words, I know it’s time to put down my pen and just feel it for a while.

I’m constantly analyzing experiences, people, feelings. I guess maybe it’s because I don’t like to be confused, so when I don’t understand how I feel or why I’m feeling it, I won’t stop thinking it over and over until I reach a resolution.

I like to understand how I’m feeling. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that.

But just like with my favorite books and songs, most of the time I just appreciate them for what they mean to me, even if I can’t fully explain why. And I think there’s something special about that too.




One Second of Your Time

Think about this: A man is sitting at a football game with a portable TV set tuned to the game. The TV station showing the game picks up his image and the image is sent from the cameras, to the satellite, to a TV transmitter miles away where the image is sent back through the airwaves and back onto the man’s TV set. The man sees himself and the image is picked up from the pupils of the eyes and is sent to the brain. The brain will then send signals to the man’s arms to start waving. The image is sent from the TV set back through the airwaves, to a satellite, to a transmitter where it is sent to a TV set thousands of miles away where the man’s family is watching the game. The man’s mother sees the image on TV and the image is picked up by her pupils in her eyes and is sent to the brain where the hippocampus is stimulated and memory takes place. Then the brain sends signals to the woman’s teeth, tongue, lips, mouth, and voice box to where she can now say, “Look, it’s Mike!”