The Journal Entries That Got Me Weird Look throughout High School
No wonder they thought I was on something. I wasn't. I was just like this, and thank God I wasn't sent to some counselor after. I enjoyed writing every bit of this journal entry, but because I kept writing absurdly, they stopped this activity after 3 weeks....I thought it was quirky and funny, but I digress.
My first journal entry was called "Title?" because I forgot to add one.
Today was rather redundant. I didn't do much aside from the necessary things to sustain myself and my bloodline's survival. Although in the midst of my solitude one of my annual thoughts came to visit without any prior notice. This sudden thought consisted of words that are formed to make a simple semi-sentence, not just any sentence, it's "THE" sentence that everyone and their momma on "Facebook" preaches; it's the one and only, "Just be yourself". As it hit my prefrontal cortex, my brain got to work. The sentence became words and the words became letters and that's when the meaning seeped into my consciousness. I realized, feeling utterly revolted, I don't like this sentence! It's sinister. Matter of fact it hides behind it an obscure meaning. A meaning of which my consciousness needed the power of my subconsciousness to decipher , for "Just" being oneself denoted that there isn't any more room for improvement. It's a form of delusional affirmation that one indulges in, and marinates in their current state of stagnancy. "Just" being yourself is asking too little of the universe, and the universe is abundant, and that's why nurture of nature baby. Finally, this black hole of a thought was concluded with the following revelation:" I am the universe and the universe is me". Although in comparison to the universe I'm noting but a starseed. As helpless as I am in the face of the universe, I'm nothing but a self, myself, and therefore I'll just be myself because I volunteer as tribute as a subject of the internal conflicts between the heart, the brain, and the soul in this very human experience.
P.S.: The tone of this journal entry is satirical.
In conclusion I spent 300 words to basically say "live, laugh, love" is bad advice, and I stand by it.
Oh lol and I just realized I really used "prefrontal cortex" in a journal for a teacher who definitely just wanted me to talk about my weekend...Classic.
ANYHOW have a nice day y'all.
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