It all started with Hands

Hi!

A very late blog today. I'm wondering if it's really the two cups of coffee I had at around 10 p.m. that's keeping me up...or is it my own will. Perhaps it's both!

I felt like talking about where all my questioning started....Hm...I was going to say it started with my hands, but honestly I've always been like this. Since I found out I could check out books for free at my elementary school library, I've been seeking and reading about just about anything. I remember reading a lot of my older sister's Goosebumps books. I had two that I enjoyed the most. I didn't start reading those until I was in middle school though. Back to elementary school! I once checked out a cat book. It was all about cats, and it even had images of a cat giving birth. Now that I think about it, as highly educational as it is, it's a strange book to have in an elementary school lol

I also checked out a hand painting book. I remember this one because of the colors and the faces that were drawn on the book.

Let's move beyond this simple thing! My truly deep questions started during my last year of high school. I was in art class, feeling completely silly, and I was going to talk to a friend of mines who was working on an art piece in this back room, when I suddenly stopped, looked at my hands and asked him "who's eyes are we looking through?" lol

During that time I was seriously mesmerized by my hands and sight lol I remember one of the art teachers was coming into the room behind me and she made this face that said "Really?" of course my friend and this teacher were use to my strange ways, but I was dead serious.

I think this was when my deep moments started...or rather it's the one I remember best. I don't ever want to stop asking questions, I'm sure there's so much to ask, but I'm not sure exactly where to continue from, or if I'm really searching for an answer rather than just to entertain myself from getting bored lol

I picked up the habit of asking questions just to be asking them from Socrates. My mom says he's annoying, but gotta say he seemed like an interesting man! He had a way of opening people's eyes to seeing themselves. To see that we aren't as "correct" as we like to think we are! When I took a Philosophy class about 3 years back, I remember being super excited for Ethics and Philosophy class. I honestly don't get excited for any class besides art and choir! This is a fact. So to be excited about this class was a big deal.

Anyway, since that time in high school, I've continued seeking questions to ask. I actually think I would rather not know the answer to any of the question, or rather, if I'm given an answer, I want to ponder over that answer with another question. Just because :) ya know. No particular reason lol

To be, it's similar to going into a library full of books. Can you imagine reading all the books in the library! That thirst for going on an adventure by being devoured by written ink would be weakened if I would have to be forced to read the same books again and again. What's new!

Of course, I'm sure life isn't like that. There's always something new. Different cultures, languages, people. Actually, you know what. I have this habit when I feel as if I'm getting to the end of something, I stop lol Recently I've been forcing myself to complete what I've started, but I will say that I do this. For example, I started learning Japanese during my senior year of high school. I stopped studying suddenly when I learned more about the Japanese culture and the behavior of Japan. After a while I thought "it seems to normal" and I've moved into reading about metaphysics lol Of course I'll still pick up a new Japanese word, or I'll pick up my language book and study a bit, but I use to have so much zest when I approached it in the past.

The same goes for singing, and...well, just about anything I take an interest in. Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever get married at this rate lol Dear future husband, you must be a very VERY interesting person so I won't lose interest xD

With that, I'm heading off.

Mon