One day elitist people who think they have the power to put people on boxes are going to find themselves in quite a predicament because the world is a melting pot and whoever might be “breeding” within their race to keep their line “pure” is inevitably going to be “tainted” (unless they decide to inbreed in which case disease will end that promptly) and then we are all going to be mixed. And you can’t put mixed people in boxes unless you plan on having every single person in their own damn box with their own slew of traits and descriptions because we are all different. We are all individuals. It is eventually going to be impossible to really keep track of who is 1/8 Chinese, 1/2 Russian and 3/8 African and who is 1/4 Haitian and 3/4 Australian and who is whatever mix of whoever decided to get together to make the person you see there. Does it really matter? No it doesn’t, because they are their own person. Do people think it matters? Yes because unfortunately some people have their judgements and others have guns and a few out of those have power and the worst is when they have all three and they think they can decide someone’s fate.
If you want to be close minded, then go about your day thinking whatever you want and represent whoever you think you should. But don’t you dare think that your opinion gives you the right to affect someone else’s life. It doesn’t, it really doesn’t. So stop putting people in boxes and stop abusing your guns and power, cause everybody has the right to live their life in society. And we are all going to be mixed together one day so really, what is the point?
(Sorry for potential run on sentences, excessively long paragraphs, and any general grammatical issues. I wrote this on my phone rather late at night.)
Why do I always feel like I’m battling with time? Its as if I’m in an endless argument with it. I feel rushed because I don’t have enough of it, I feel depressed because I’m wasting it. Its moving too fast, moving too slow, never at peace. The little time I have, I never can put to any use that makes me feel satisfied.
I don’t usually include too much about my personal life in my writing other than whatever you can assume based on the emotion and content of my writing, but I am in a relationship that is considered “long distance.” Because of this, I have a very interesting and almost obsessive relationship with time. I’m stuck in a place where I’m constantly measuring time, and unfortunately my happiness is a bit tangled up in it as well.
At a month until we can see each other again, I feel terrible, hopeless. The light at the end of the tunnel doesn’t seem to exist, and I shift between being in a vaguely good mood and in a severely depressed mood several times every day. Each endless, passing day. At the end I realize that I spent the entire day wishing it was over and then I regret the time wasted. I feel terrible for being too silly to take advantage of the day I had, and by the time my rational mind has enough power to make me realize this, it is too late. Too much time but still not enough, simultaneously.
A few days before we see each other I’m elated. The days drag on but I don’t care anymore. I don’t care because the ultimate prize is waiting at the end of the tunnel and I am so close to the light I can almost feel it on my cheeks.
By the time we finally are together, a countdown starts somewhere within the recesses of my mind. I’m in the light, but the next tunnel is coming faster than I want it to. I find myself already dreading it. The dread weighs me down and makes it harder to enjoy the quickly disappearing light. A few days is barely enough to outweigh a month of darkness. They come and go too quickly, and I feel like I never have a chance to really enjoy them before I am back again, alone, with nothing but days to count down.
I catch myself wishing that we could just hold hands and not worry about how much time we have left to do so. I want to fall asleep and not wake up thinking that this is the last morning we have before being apart again. It is really messing with me and I have no idea how long I can take it. The worst part is that when I map my future, this will be my situation for a long time to come. I’m only in the beginning. It seems so ominous. I have years to go before I can have any relationship that is a little more free from the constraints of time. It seems like too much time. But it’s only too much because I don’t have nearly enough.
My problem rests with this.
I cannot escape this situation that I’m in, so the only option is to suffer or learn. I’m trying to learn, but all I feel is the suffering and I don’t know how to flip the switch. I have yet to figure out how to mend my terrible relationship with time. Meanwhile, it seems to only be interested in ruining me. How can I get myself on the same side as time? It looks like my enemy when I really need it to be a friend.
Tonight as I sit in my bed and wonder at how the world works, what the future might hold, and why me… I eventually flutter to a stop on an idea.. Is insomnia a new thing?
Let me explain. Insomnia is an inability to fall asleep despite being tired. It is considered a disease or “condition.” But how long has this “condition” been a “thing”…? Did cavemen lay awake and stare at dark walls and wonder what the big old future holds? Or were they satisfied enough with what they know and what they have to the point where they could actually sleep at night? Is insomnia a “condition” or a side-effect? If you’re wondering what I am thinking it could be a side effect of, take your pick. It could be because of stress, contaminated diets, unnatural lights, overuse of electronics, lack of exercise, lack of nutrients, an overdose of caffeine, an overdose of thoughts. Thinking plagues everyone nowadays, and what better time is there to think than at 2am when you’re alone in your room and supposed to be asleep. Even if you aren’t physically alone, there may be someone next to you in your bed. But you’re alone with your thoughts. You’re alone with your conscious. You’re alone awake. And you can’t make the world quiet enough to get a chance to just knock out. I would love to just knock out. But I think I am almost scared to. I’m scared to because if I go to sleep, then tomorrow comes even faster and nothing is more terrifying to me than tomorrow. If anyone shares my speculations, please share. I would love to know that I am not the only person who thinks in loops like this.
*please excuse any grammatical errors, my fingers are barely keeping up with my brain as it is, and I think writing this out is finally helping me slow down and maybe even sleep. If anybody is reading this, thank you. If not, at least its therapeutic for me to deposit some of the thoughts crowding my mind into something that I can return to. *
In highschool all we’re focused on is preparing for college. In college all we’re focused on is preparing for a job. When we have a job all we’re focused on is preparing for retirement. When were retired all we focus on is grand kids and eventually dying. I can’t have fun without feeling guilty. I should be aspiring to be a doctor, working on different languages, and doing absolutely anything productive. Fun isn’t productive. But, as everyone says, as long as you have a roof over your head, it’s a good life.