how quickly, thoroughly, and completely our feelings about something can change. Like night and day from one day to the next. Something that is so important, and that we think our lives will not be complete without, becomes irrelevant before you know it. This of course doesn’t apply to things that point to who we are fundamentally or what we want fundamentally, but it’s so easy to get caught up in laser-focusing on a thing in your life that for some reason is currently of the utmost importance, and lose perspective, and when you regain it you try to remember what the hell you were thinking that made it so fucking important.

We can sit and wax intellectual about the whole thing, and convince ourselves that A lead to B, but that’s just rationalizing and brain coddling for the most part. There’s no fucking rhyme or reason to it, because life ultimately isn’t causal or linear in nature… it’s non-linear. Our brain’s main purpose is to find patterns and describe events in a linear fashion, but it’s a warped reflection of how life actually works, and too often people mistake the warped reflection as the reality in an attempt to simplify things to a level where they feel like they’re in control.

We’re strange, complex expressions of weirdness.