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disassociation

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10:23 am. Today I was driving and I started to disassociate. It’s the moment when you look at your hands on the steering wheel and you can’t remember how they got there. An action without a thought. The frustration that comes with the inability to recognize the hands that have guided you through your life thus far. These thoughts consume you and you can feel nothing and everything at the same time. Your breathing slows and moves like the colors behind your eyes when you try to fall asleep. You will never give it away, not with the solemn look on your face, or the thoughtless gloss swimming in your eye. I don’t think there is a time when you can be more in your head, but that’s just an opinion. The sounds of her voice muffle as I try to keep myself from falling down my own throat. “Isn’t that crazy” 10:57 am. 

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Didn’t See That Coming

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So at the beginning of the NHL playoffs I entered a bracket challenge on nhl.com

I based my predictions off of how the teams played during the year, and where they finished in their respective conferences.

Here is my bracket that I started at the beginning of playoffs.

So many teams have not played the way they were supposed to that my whole bracket is basically ruined.

So far the only thing I have gotten right completely is that the Kings would beat the Blues in 6 games.

Hey, at least that’s a start.

I also guessed Chicago would be Minnesota, but who didn’t?

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Questions

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We’re asked questions everyday.

“What’s your name?”
“Did you bring the homework to class?”
“Are you going to finish that?”
“How are you today?”

Many of the questions we answer are pointless, but we choose to give extensive answers anyways.

“My name’s Harold, you see, because my great-great-great grandfather had this pet crocodile who…”
“Well, Mr. Smith, I didn’t bring my homework to class because, on my way over, I was attacked by a vicious…”
“Of course not, I’ve been counting my calories lately and…”
“I’m doing great! I got a new dog and I named it snuffles. Not because she snuffles a lot but because she…”

Why do we answer questions so thoroughly? Wait, don’t answer that.

One day, I want to ask someone the simple question of “why?”

“Why is your hair that color?”
“Why did you skip over here instead of walk?”
“Why does the human race need oxygen to survive?”

One day, when I ask that question, I don’t want them to answer with:

“My hair is this way because my DNA that I formed in my mothers womb…”
“I just saw this really cool movie where the main character only had the ability to skip because…”
“Well, when the lungs intake certain gasses…”

No, I want them to answer with:

“Why not?”

“Why is the sky blue?”
“Why not?”