thoughts

Is the first person to do something the trendsetter, or is it the second person?

It is insanely hard to talk openly about polarizing topics, specifically ones dealing with politics in some form. Abstracting too much loses the value of the conversation, and specifying too much can become quite crass.

I am the most imaginitive near dream states. Right before going to sleep or right after waking up. Similar to my dreams though, I forget most of the ideas I have at these times.

I really like personification of concepts and attributes.

At a recent all-Bryan meeting, all the Bryans shared their experiences with this unconventional new routine. While Evening Bryan frequently complains about hunger and the social awkwardness of not eating at dinner with family and friends, he feels relieved in this arrangement. Nighttime Bryan now sleeps soundly through the night, and Morning Bryan is well rested and sharp, ready to tackle the challenges of the day.

Education has a data problem. He never listens to me.

I don’t think my family will ever really understand the glory I feel in this world. I’m goofing off founders. I’m talking shop with inventors. I’m in groupchats with my idols. Never in my life would I have imagined this.

I feel like you can tell how much work someone near you is doing depending on the click to typing ratio

I wonder how they’ll describe me when I die. At this point I’m not even sure how I’d describe myself. Will their description differ from how they would describe me now? Would a close friend and mere colleague disagree in their descriptions? Perhaps (hopefully) they’d say interesting things. He’s eccentric, driven, independent. What flaws would they identify? Why haven’t they told me them already? One of the most attractive parts of death is that it marks a time when I will stop changing, and thus finally be able to be articulated accurately.

Cats have nine lives, Pac-Man has three lives, and radioactive isotopes have half-lives. How many lives do you think other things (whether conceptual or actual) have, and why? I like to think my Rubik’s cube has 6 lives, one for the centre of each side. Taking it apart, it’s clear that the rest of the pieces are just the supporting cast anyways.

Looking around my desk, I see that my laptop will only have one life of 4-10 years, but I remain hopeful that the soul (the software) will remain immortal. Transferring from body to body, never ceasing to exist but dying once forgotten.

I wonder how many lives love has. I’ve surely loved more than once. In fact, I’ve loved with more than ten loves in just one love.

As a child I had a pillow that I trotted around with. It had a name: “Green Pillow”. Every year, it would rip or get lost or thrown out by my parents. I’d simply find another pillow, clutch it by my side, and continue on my endeavours. I never considered which would be the last. I had 7 beloved pillows in my childhood. Different pillows, all named “Green Pillow”. Only 2 were green. It’s funny what we deem to be a life.