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Why? Why am I finally feeling?
Actually, it might be more reflective of my thoughts for me to word it this way: "Why did it take me so long to start noticing that I have these feelings?" Or, "Why haven't I been aware of myself--my being--for so long?"
The thing about humans that really irks me--which is much too mild a term, since it actually saddens me beyond all belief--is directly connected to that one thing I love about them, neither of which I have been able to recognize up until recently.
WE are members of a species which has been given so many amazing abilities, strengths, and talents. These abilities are what make US so uniquely HUMAN. Emotions and feelings are very natural things, I believe.
However, I tend to see people identify other characteristics and attributes as those which are thought to make US what we are: HUMAN.
What I infer from my observation of other HUMANS around me, is that WE are now characterized by the things that make me sad. These things are features in US that WE identify as HUMAN traits. The belief that these "aspects of being HUMAN" are what make US HUMAN is contradictory to my belief of our true connectedness through similarities.
It's kind of ironic.
It's kind of paradoxical.
It's more than "kind of" sad.
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...I wrote most of this earlier today...
Then I had to do other things that had to get done. I come back to this, and I realize that I lost my flow.
Where I start writing this is where I figured that I'm done with what I was writing earlier.
The "mood" selection is what I wrote down earlier when I started writing this. I'm not sure what I am now. Not "numb" or "apathetic," just emotionally tired.
I'm really not sure about anything anymore.
It is upsetting knowing that I was on such a roll in the morning, and now I'm just almost to the point of not caring about this piece of writing, because I have already examined it so much, and I can't even ever seem to say it in writing, in words, with familiar English vocabulary. I can't say it the right way. I can't say it like it is in my mind.
It's not in words in my mind.
I'm not thinking about things, really. I am pretty sure that I'm "feeling" about them.
It's so weird.
Actually, it might be more reflective of my thoughts for me to word it this way: "Why did it take me so long to start noticing that I have these feelings?" Or, "Why haven't I been aware of myself--my being--for so long?"
The thing about humans that really irks me--which is much too mild a term, since it actually saddens me beyond all belief--is directly connected to that one thing I love about them, neither of which I have been able to recognize up until recently.
WE are members of a species which has been given so many amazing abilities, strengths, and talents. These abilities are what make US so uniquely HUMAN. Emotions and feelings are very natural things, I believe.
However, I tend to see people identify other characteristics and attributes as those which are thought to make US what we are: HUMAN.
What I infer from my observation of other HUMANS around me, is that WE are now characterized by the things that make me sad. These things are features in US that WE identify as HUMAN traits. The belief that these "aspects of being HUMAN" are what make US HUMAN is contradictory to my belief of our true connectedness through similarities.
It's kind of ironic.
It's kind of paradoxical.
It's more than "kind of" sad.
..............................................................................
...I wrote most of this earlier today...
Then I had to do other things that had to get done. I come back to this, and I realize that I lost my flow.
Where I start writing this is where I figured that I'm done with what I was writing earlier.
The "mood" selection is what I wrote down earlier when I started writing this. I'm not sure what I am now. Not "numb" or "apathetic," just emotionally tired.
I'm really not sure about anything anymore.
It is upsetting knowing that I was on such a roll in the morning, and now I'm just almost to the point of not caring about this piece of writing, because I have already examined it so much, and I can't even ever seem to say it in writing, in words, with familiar English vocabulary. I can't say it the right way. I can't say it like it is in my mind.
It's not in words in my mind.
I'm not thinking about things, really. I am pretty sure that I'm "feeling" about them.
It's so weird.