Full of Doubt

Sara Crewe. If you have a story with that name, you know it's going to be good. Or at least, I've heard A Little Princess is good, but I insist upon being so contradictory that whenever someone tells me to like something I will hate it out of habit.

I was wondering this morning why I was so much more interesting when I was little. I wondered more, I thought more, I (ahem) talked to myself less. I was a very irritating young 'un, to use Young Hermione terminology, but I was interesting. Now I can't even make decent small talk. I answer in "Yes. No. Maybe. Yeah. Uh-huh. I don't think I am."

I am stimulating, am I not? Yes. I stun even myself.

Today I:

• became a Salt Enthusiast, along with a friend of mine (noun-someone who is very excited about salt)
• discovered my friend's potential job
• held my firm belief of which countries and states are the most random ones (not IGNORED, random)
• discovered an important thing (not my friend's job, something else)
• wowed everyone in Lit
• played speedball in Gym
• and escaped alive

Then I realized that I am always going to believe that my thoughts are interesting. What's so original about my thoughts? How do I know that someone else in East Timor or England or somewhere else isn't having very similar/exactly the same thoughts as me? Maybe someone has a blog, and is typing things like I am saying! Maybe they're Pepper Enthusiasts! How do I know? I can't walk around putting whipped cream (with salt!) in everyone's shoes!

Maybe I should try saying things so outlandish that no one could posssibly have said it. Unless they thought of that too.

This is frustrating.

Quotes for Thursday, September 3, 2009:

We cannot unthink unless we are insane.

-Arthur Koestler

and

Where all men think alike, no one thinks very much.

-Walter Lippmann

(http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Thought)

Muse for Today:

Urania, Muse of Astronomy. I have a current obsession with the sky. Probably from the book Indigo's Star.