• My mind is weird. It can make extremely distant connections between to things, then repeat sseveral times in a milisecond. Give me a word. Bacon. Bacon......Mickey mouse. How did I get there? Bacon comes from pigs. There is an old show called garfield and friends, and one of the characters is a pig. Garfield is a cat. That led to the Lion king. Lion king was a disney movie. Disney made me think of Mickey mouse. Infact, from the mere mental "tag" of movie, I can jump to any movie, or anything else related to movies. It is very weird for me, and probably worse to other people. I read a book. I read differently, I think. I don't know how most people read. Do they read word by words? letter by letter? I seem to read almost half a lin by half a line. I read very fast. The words IU read begin to play themselves out in my head, and I don't read the book so much as listen and watch it. With a good book, I can bcome completely disconnected from the world around me. But when it's a very....intelligent......book, I slow down. If I am reading something highly intelectual and/or philosophical, like the dialogues of plato or meditations on first philosophy (published in galileo's time by a guy from france. He more or less proved the existence of God by pure logic, google Rene Descartes) I have to slow down. You can't turn intelectual conversation into a movie. And beacause each word as importance, I have to read and think about each word and what it means. (I read about as fast as an average person when I do that) I wonder what people would label me as, if they knew all of the things I have done. Someof them just label me a geek or a nerd. These peopl have probably never hiked fifty miles through the mountains with fifty pounds on their backs. I have done far too much outdoors stuff to be labeled a geek or a nerd. I often wonder at the way they act. They act so full of themselves, like they are oh so tough. I can't help but laugh though. Whenever they insult me or make fun of me (not often enough to be bullying) they always, ALWAYS do it from out of arms reach. I find this hilarious. Oh so many memories. I can remember so much. I still remeber my first memory. Oddly, it was, I think, the point at which my mind developed to the extent that I became sentinent. (it was the beginig of my thoughts. sounds weird, I know.) Ramble ramble ramble. Iwonder if there is anpoint to writing this? It will most likely disappear into the depths of the arena, forgotten and unread. Oh well. It is interesting, though. There are somethings that are easier to talk about online. Personal things. Not passwords or life or where I live or what I look like, etc, but rather, things about my personality; how mI think and feel about things. It can be hard to talk about such things to people face to face. and now I'm done.