One Word: Chaos

What is one word that describes you?

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Hello Dazzle! Thanks for coming and hanging out with me today, I’m glad that you are here. Today I want to explain why I think that CHAOS is the word I would pick for this, assuming that I could only pick just one word. First, when I think of this word I am thinking of how this word is defined by physics: “behavior so unpredictable as to appear random, owing to great sensitivity to small changes in conditions.”

Once someone gets to know me, they tend to realize that my behavior, just like everyone else’s, isn’t random nor unpredictable. But for those people first meeting me, they often complain that I am unpredictable. This is because I frequently respond to things in a way that people generally don’t so I am not meeting their general expectations. It is also because there are numerous factors that goes into how I respond to a situation which means that I will often respond differently to the same stimuli given different context.

This is actually the case for all humans. We are not static things. We are dynamic and every changing. We are constantly being effected by our environment. This causes us to constantly change the way that we engage with the environment. I think that this sensitivity to small change is often seen as a negative thing so we try to hide it. But it is just the nature of being an organic thing. We cannot separate ourselves from the environment we are an extension of it.

So, go out there and embrace the chaos!

Well, that’s about it for my rambling today. Thanks for coming and spending some time with me. If you like what you read, click on that like button. It really does help! Until we talk again, you take care of yourselves!

The Dichotomy of My Mind

Hello my Zebras and Spoonies! Thanks for coming and hanging out with me today, I’m glad that you are here. Today, I am going to talk about my brain and the strange dichotomy that lives there.

In a way, I am comfortable with the weirdness with in myself. I feel that I know it and have worn it like a familiar, well broken in pair of boots. But I have always struggled to talk about it in a meaningful way. It is difficult to talk about it in a manner that makes sense to other people. I usually just leave people giving me that vague, quizzical look. Or the one that suggests I have grown another head which happens to be of an alien variety.

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