小满

Lesser fullness… of grain…

Here’s a tiny portrait of my brother. He’s stuck to me almost 24/7 and he’s a very warm child. He also constantly is excited and full of energy and the Zest for Being Alive. Of course, he’s got the occasional moments of downtime, but overall, he seems overly pure and smart. And annoying, of course. Can’t be related to me if he’s not annoying.

In the weeks since the last update, not much has changed. The weather has been slowly warming, and my life without any pressing responsibilities really is quite tame. It’s nice. I even baked, which is amazing considering how I’m known (at least at home) for being extremely lazy. I didn’t draw or write as much, partially because I have to spend every waking moment accompanying my brother, but then again, I am willing to spend that time with him. So I’m not really complaining. Only kind of.

I’ve also received messages from people I used to be friends with. I guess that means they’re really bored too. Why else would they message someone from their past? I suppose this ties in to my next thought about history. In this case, it’s about one’s personal histories. I’m not one to compare people’s experiences and hold them up to any sort of standard, much less my own. The truth is that the weight of each person’s experiences depend only on their own mental strength. To some, the things I’ve seen and lived through may seem like the frivolous drama of a young child, while to others they are unimaginable and possibly fascinating. Of course, these experiences (and anyone else’s) are all just that. They’re each person’s personal story, and it’s usually in their best interest to share that with their close friends and family. After all, what better way is there for others to get to understand you? And vice-versa, as well. Perhaps one’s mental fortitude would be reinforced by the reactions of others. Maybe it’s just another way of remembering the truth.

Anyway, I think (and talk) a lot. It may seem a bit like I’m lecturing or proving my moral superiority, but it’s probably more like my… stream of consciousness, I guess. I don’t necessarily think that the way I think is the Best and Only Way to Think, or that the observations I’ve made are objective and therefore accurate representations of reality (although there is no objective reality since every person’s perception is inherently skewed to their own original beliefs)… I like to imagine that I try not to judge people too hard. Even the most sheltered and obnoxious person is that way for a reason. I may not like that (or them) but there’s nothing I can do about it, so I’ll just move on. Since they’re not being obnoxious directly towards me, I don’t have a reason to do or say anything about it to them.

I think that’s the the extent of my brain activity for today. I rarely think these days, which is weird. Then again, I don’t have much time to myself anymore. What a difference it’s been… and it’s only been like 10 weeks.