Chaos

When accidents become intentional and intentions become accidental, it becomes evident that there is more going on than what is apparent to the eye. It is the lies that aren’t told that sometimes are the ones that truly effect us, and under the spell of complacency, we underestimate hearts and find in our minds our own ideas of what people are like. What one day was the childish reaction to the body’s ideals can soon become the unending chaos of realism, but whether it is truly in reality or in the reality of possibility it is almost impossible to determine. Despite constant efforts to contain said chaos, as time continues it becomes virtually impossible to ignore such a longing. Nights are spent awake with roiling thoughts and days are spent with throbbing headaches from a mind in desperate attempts to cover up its vanity.

Where hearts are sown together with patches, and minds strung together with lies, what is it that makes us tick? If we were to pluck the strings of our own hearts, would they sing the notes we want to hear? If the inner voice of contentment spoke not what the confusion of the mind stands to reason, where would our loyalties lie? And if, in the spur of the moment, truth of reciprocation ensued, would we make the leap? But if not, would we be crushed, or come to a new realization? Is it in time that we would seek the truth, or in the assets of our own mind?

The question has boiled to a point of no return. Or, maybe it’s past that. The better question is, will I ever get past it?

It all ends up just like a tootsie pop: the world may never know.

Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder

It's amazing what you can find when you really see inside yourself. And maybe that's such a cliche it's almost redundant, or maybe it's a concept so over dramatic and abstract that you can scarcely find a way to wrap your head around it. But regardless of your feeling on the matter, somehow it always seems to prove true. The things we say and do seem to reflect what we're thinking and feeling, and often they so closely resemble such that even we ourselves are fooled into believing that said reflection holds true.

But sometimes it takes something more than our own eyes staring back at us to really see our own reflection. Suddenly we realize that what we'd thought we'd needed and what we'd so often said we'd wanted was in fact in total conflict with what our true self desired. It was as if we had been wearing someone else's glasses and our vision had been impaired by the wrong prescription in the lenses, and yet the comedy of such a comparison lies in that it wasn't another's spectacles that kept us from seeing the truth, but our own eyes.

Perhaps the beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but the understanding is in the eye of the beheld. You see, we may know what we are thinking, but who are we to know what we are really feeling?

Time

So tell me again who decided to put a "b" on the end of comb and thumb, because as far as I can see they really have absolutely no point in being there. We should either erase them or pronounce them, but for some reason people are reluctant to change their ways and continue to say "thum" and write thumb. (In other words, people apparently prefer to make things take longer than need be.) Ridiculous.

And how on earth do we come upon pronouncing an e and an i together as "a"? Why in heaven's name do we not simply save ourselves time and just write an a? Alright, now wait a minute I'm seeing now how that could be a problem, but still: what's the point in writing "weigh" instead of "way"? Hold on, I guess that's another word entirely now isn't it? Ah, but the word neighbor could certainly be written differently: why not just write nay instead of neigh and save ourselves time? It seems far more logical doesn't it?

Ah, and now I'm beginning to see how we could adjust the word weigh: why not just add an "e" on to the end of way, since the general rule is supposed to be (note: supposed to be, that subject could be another spiel entirely) that adding an "e" on the end of a word serves to allow the vowel to be pronounced in the form of the letter itself. It still may not make perfect sense, but at least it would save a little time, and for that matter, be far less confusing. After all, what little kid, when learning to read, is going to think, "Oh, I get it: I should completely ignore that "gh" on the end of that word, and instead of saying 'weeig-h' in accordance with the way my teacher has taught me to read, (okay, so no little kid would say 'in accordance' anyway, but that is entirely beside the point) I should just say 'way,' for absolutely no reason at all omitting(what kid uses that word either, besides my little brother and me as a child but we're both kind of special cases) (like you truly cared to know that) continuing:for absolutely no reason at all ignoring the gh and turning the e and the i together into an "a" sound. It makes perfect sense(for those of you not from upstate New York, that's called sarcasm) so I think I'll do it."

And if you read this whole thing out loud, you have no doubt come to realize how entirely irksome( and pointlessly time-consuming) it is to spell these words out loud. Believe me, I have a seven-year-old brother and sister, who upon a rather frequent basis inquire as to the spelling of a word and are entirely annoyed at my spelling, as they feel that it is not the way the word ought to be spelled(considering its pronunication) and thus I am entirely annoyed at having to repeat the perturbingly lengthy spelling of the word.

But then again, what is someone like me- who has enough time on my hands to write out these long pointless spiels- doing worrying about how much extra time it takes to write things out. And what is someone like you- who has enought time to read these long pointless spiels- doing reading and worrying about how much extra time it takes to write things in the english language. Go read a book.

Spiel

Hmm. . . I don't really feel like spieling right now. I thought I did, but whatever. The funny thing about spiels is that very often we make them and don't even know it. You know, like when you set out to say something simple and then realize that the subject you chose to speak of is not really at all simple. Consequently you start rambling on an on, and before you know it your audience is bored out of their minds of your loquacity, meanwhile you don't even realize how irksomely verbose you're being, and so you continue to drag out your spiel until you've drained out every last drop of information you can think of at that moment on that subject.

And wouldn't you know it, I spieled anyway. Darn, I was so determined not to do that.