#不同 સર્જનાત્મકતા લોકો ઘણો ભેળસેળ

Behold my creativity.

בסופו של היום, אתה תוהה מה המילים האלה אומרת. הם שונים. הם תוהו ובוהו. הם לא ניתן לקרוא, הם יצירתיים, אבל רק אם אתה באמת יכול לקרוא את מה שאמר. אני יכול להיות מעליב אותך, אני יכול לעשות לך משהו. אם אתה יכול לקרוא את זה אז תודה Google לתרגם, זה סוג.

זה יצירתי לך, אבל אלה אנשים שמדברים אזרביג'אן רואים את זה כחבורה של מילות רגילות.

מה הוא כאוס לזבוב הוא נורמלי לעכביש.

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For the longest time
I thought that untitled
was actually
united
I thought that all those papers I wrote
were in a guild that would someday foretell my downfall
How correct I was.

Crayons back Me Give

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latterday mermaid.

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I tried to sing, but no vibration came,

I tried to spout witty banter yet no sound came.

As if cursed by an insane hippo which... wich? Ah, witch, that hated me. 

I became sick as the almost exactly Sadies dance started.

(and am still sick)

My throat felt like it had been pierced by arrows then drenched in lemon juice.

The dust only made it worse as my vocal chords got clogged.

My voice abandoned me.

I have become the latter day ("little") Mermaid.

I decided to roll with it.

Meaning I stopped talking.

My Date must have thought me very strange.

During the slow songs, Instead of talking, I attempted to speak with only my face, I exaggerated the dancing until the dancing made talking difficult. My date returned the gesture, but in a more confused fashion.

My date asked me how I was, and I did a wee jig.

My date asked me what colour my toothbrush is and I pointed to somebody s shirt.

My group asked me if I was insane and I gave them a insane look.

It was either unbelievably creepy or just plain strange.

I thought about telling her about my curse, but I was way too far in to back out.

The only way out was forward.

But then friends of mine kept popping up trying to talk to me.

I attempted to talk to them with my face but it was too dark.

So I just started dancing.

It was the was a fun date, but it was akward.

Soooo incredibly  awwwkward.

And hilarious.

time travel

I travel now. Not over land nor through the sea. I am not in the air. But I travel time. One second for every second. I can only travel forward. Looking backward only distracts me from looking forward, and looking forward stops me from enjoying the experience of now. I must constantly look forward for the decisions I must to make, while looking back for the knowledge that I need to make them, and I have only a shaky understanding of where I am now.
Time moves so fast that life seems a blur; days turn into months, months into weeks, weeks into years. I can hardly keep track of time.

I would like to take this moment for all of us to slow down.                     Relax.              And perhaps take a nap, because virtually everyone I know is sleep deprived.               And after that wonderful nap, as the dregs of drowsiness fade.     Think inwardly.     "Who am I?"      "Where did I come from"      "Where am I going?"        "why don't I sleep more?"   "I need sleep"  "Why am I still reading this blog?".  "oh yeah... the GIFs so it has to be good."

What are underneath those Hats?

I understand the analogy of hats in writing, but different personalities for different people or settings seems ridiculous like some sort of mental disorder.
The hat of a stereotypical jock or cheer leader or nerd or anything, taken too far is a virus that consumes the rest of your head.
I saw people on hat day who resisted the silly hats, seemingly because they thought they were too cool for them.
 They could only wear one hat. Or no hat.
I also see people who change so much between situations that I really do wonder if they have a disorder. I wonder if I should get help.
In classes they are silent, ghosts of themselves yet In knightings they are fireworks. They simply live with the crowd. They wear the hats that other people give them.
They seldom wear anything but.

It perturbs me.

The hats are only illusions. Real and psychological.
Illusions of what you portray yourself to be.
As Adam Zappala wisely once said,
"When I wear a hat for too long, I hate it, because when I take it off it feels like I'm still wearing it"
Take off the hat. And feel your hair.
Will you be bald? Your true self eaten by the hat? A starving soul?
Would you get treatment? or would you start wearing a wig?

Entropy

Entropy is life.

 It's what makes our universe diverse, it makes worlds form, and bad days for hair.

 It is chaos. It is life. It is time.

It makes you loose your cursed keys and blasted phone,

It is order, it is changing, it is death.

It's my life,

It's your life.

the only constant is change.

It's a process.

Time changes you.

It cannot be stopped.

We can channel it. We can work life to our advantage. We can form our own world.

But that is dangerous. Dancing with chaos is dangerous. New Ideas are dangerous. 

But risk.

 Risk is the only thing worth living for.

For dying for. 

We cannot let entropy, life, chaos, risk, make us fear. 

Fear is fear.

Fear breeds fear.

fear is fear,

fear fear,

Without fear. without risk. without danger. without entropy,We would not change.

We could not change.

Frozen.

We would be frozen. 

and we wouldn't be singing.

Frozen.

Without likes, without fear, without sadness.

We would be nothing...

When life overwhelms us,

When The heat is too much.

"Nothing" could sound like a good option.
no.
It's not.

When you break your computer, when your prom dress looks ugly, when your tittle is spelled wrong, when you're not sure if you're using, commas, correctly, When order turns to chaos, when Entropy breaks us, When life is the giver of lemons...

Adapt.

Adapt to life.

Adapt to ideas.

Adapt to pain.

Adapt to chaos.

Adapt to change.

Adapt to entropy.