this is a blog post that nobody will want to read. because it’s just thoughts from my head that i feel like writing down somewhere. thoughts most people wouldn’t find interesting, just like most people wouldn’t understand why i laugh so much when i’m driving in my car by myself. except maybe my brother, because he always laughs (genuinely) when i think something is funny (or even better, when i SAY something i think is funny). he also has a really great sense of humor, so it’s very confidence-boosting to hear him laugh with you.
but, like i said, this is a blog post most people won’t want to read, because we would rather just pin craft ideas & like pictures, but no one reads words these days. i too, am guilty of this. in fact, i even had to make a new years resolution a couple years back to read more books than magazines. and i do now. but i can’t even draw (yet), and i did study words in college (don’t judge my writing based on that), so i’m going to form my thoughts through words.
i can’t draw (yet)
every so often i get these little random spurts of excitement about the possibilities life holds. not the possibilities of getting married, or moving to an exciting country, or even about having falafel for dinner, though.
the actual possibility that life holds.
and the possibility that i hold.
let me give you an example.
the other day at work, between phone calls, i literally bounced in my chair at the idea that i could someday be a dog person.
you know, how some people really LOVE dogs. and they love ALL dogs, not just their own pet. to these people, every dog they see is their friend, each dog has it’s own unique personality, and sometimes even it’s own dog voice that the human likes to imitate.
and i am just not that person, kind of like with small babies.
but you know…in a couple years, i could wake up and really just LOVE dogs. (never say never - i used to hate tomatoes and yogurt and britney spears).
and i could learn to draw. i might actually be really good at it, and never know. which is also why i’ve asked for xylophone for christmas for the last 4 years - i might have a hidden talent i just haven’t discovered yet.
then i read a somewhat sad statistic while eating yogurt this morning. your brain stops growing at roughly 26 years of age. i was excited when i first read that because, well, i’m only 24 so this is good news for me. and i even felt some compassion for all my friends who are over 26 because, well you’ve hit the pinnacle in more areas than just your brain at that point.
but i actually don’t like this thought anymore. because if my brain stops growing, well then, maybe i only have a couple more years to start liking dogs & learning new things.
maybe i should have just reblogged a photo, because i pretty much let go of my original thought, and now there’s no point. but that’s always my favorite type of art. where there is really no point.
