Mind Games

Perception affects everything, is everything. People don't respond to actions, they respond to how said action made them feel, how they took the action to be. It's a fine distinction to be sure, but I live for semantics. 

Mostly, I can't help but marvel at the mind, and if modesty allows it be said, my own mind isn't a dull specimen on which to start. I never really found anything that I did to be abnormal, at least not in this context. The extent that I can pull on my imagination seems to be a touch on the rarer side. Either that, or I've associated with completely unrefined people with no imagination--a situation less likely than NASA having faked landing on the moon (yes, some people think that was faked. Whatever; knowing that I will anyway, I try to make the minimum judgements possible). Also, I recently found out that not everybody can smell marshmallows. We walked into this convenience store looking to buy some, and from the moment we walked in, the smell was overpowering. They were in the back of the store in air tight packages. Oh well. It's a cool party trick, but annoying. You have no idea how bad the world can smell sometimes. Then again, it has its very good days.

But anyway, back to the mind at large. I often get side-tracked and scatterbrained, possibly from lack of sleep, possibly from missing a friend, maybe even hormones. Who knows? I've always wondered how other people see the world and not in the metaphorical sense, either. I want to be able to physically look through their eyes and see what they see. Does every shade of red they see look like what I've known? Does a flute sound the same, or is their hearing diminished or augmented in such a way to change the timbre? When other people read books, can they see a little movie in their minds, playing out the scenes in vast forests and wide deserts, or are they just seeing the words and comprehending the meanings?

I suppose this whole train of thought, which has admittedly come before, has reappeared because I'm missing a friend. As a child, I was exceptionally lonely and so used tricks and games in my mind to make things seem not as reality would have intended. So, rather than acknowledge the true distance, I prefer to tell myself that not seeing him is because he's at a practice running late or sleeping in. Something that places him close. Anything that has him closer to me than he is right now and will be for the next 82 days....

I hope he has a blast; I really do, and I know that he will. He's a happy, cheerful, delightful, polite, and endearing gentleman. I just hate that I have to miss him.