Meaningless questions

I can't help but wonder if the choices I make are emulations of someone else in the past—if I'm traveling down some easily foreseeable road that has happened to a million people in history. Who am I, really? How are we different than those who made the same mistakes before us? How many people have literally walked on the ground my feet are standing on? I can't even begin to imagine someone else's life besides my own. Knowing that everyone feels, thinks, and sees things just a little bit differently. Have you ever had a moment in your life when you got a feeling—an emotion you couldn't describe—that has never been repeated again in your mind and you can't help wondering what it means? It's almost like you were another person for just a second. It's all conceptual, and nothing that I am looking to prove, but I have an idea that we are all connected by some force around us that can't be seen.

“When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye

I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now”

-Pink Floyd

Goes without explanation I hope.

Okay. What are the strongest emotions you've ever felt? I've always wanted to compare mine. What is the lowest, worst, most miserable point in your life? And what was the best, most beautiful, most defining moment? Did you want to sing? Did it feel like the sun was shining through your skin and the whole world around you was bathed in your afterglow?

Some people say happiness is a mindset. That you can trick your brain into thinking everything will be alright if you just have a good attitude. I don't understand that. I wish I knew and I could feel it. I wish I could see just how different two people can be. If there is such thing as reincarnation, I wish I could see into my past souls and understand.

The problem with these choice blogs is that I never know if mine actually counts as a blog or not. I don't even know what my subject is. I can't write about anything else right now without being fake.

I actually can't write at all. Sometimes I think I have ADD, but I do have hypochondriac tendencies, especially with mental disorders. Another problem I have is feeling selfish writing them. I'm sorry I'm so self-absorbed and I can't write about animals rights or something. I'm sorry. I am passionate about animal rights. Someone blew out the candle in my room while I was gone. Word count=445. Minus the 36 words for the quote. 409. I can't do math I hope that is right. 409>400. Okay thanks for reading, I feel a lot better now. Goodnight, and happy Halloween.