Thoughts

Brains

i sat in my science lab for a my 6th period class of freshman year of highschool. there, i was looking at these large jars scattered across the shelve on the wall. it seemed like the jars had this sort of green goop with lumped up brains from animal. probably from a pig, but with my mind i thought that they were human brains for a few seconds staring at it. either way it made my mind think. it made me wonder if there was somehow pieces of individuals inside. scattered fragments of dreams or maybe lost memories deep within that dead tissue. or whether this entire archive is immediately erased the moment body fails. funny that a brain- flesh and meat is what makes who you are. how that lump of flesh can process information, can store memories, give you emotion and most importantly-life. once your brain shuts, your body shuts down. then your dead.

after a while, you see people in a different perspective. seeing people as just that brain stem. walking around hidden behind meat and physics. tucked away by a skull. to scared of change and to scared of the outside world.

there are seven billion in the world so far,and everyone is unique in there own way. no finger print is the same nor no DNA strand. meaning the thing that makes you, is one special thing out of seven billion people. also meaning that there is no meaning of perfection or normality, and everyone is different in many ways. and we should be happy with our imperfection and our perfections, because would you be considered different rather than a exact clone of everyone else. then nothing will be exciting and everything would be bland and dull.

for a while as i was deep in thought, i actually didn't realize that i was looking at the palm of my hand the whole class period. i even drooled a bit. by the time i realized was when i noticed my teacher in front of me with a impatient and very angry look on his face as he tapped his pencil against my desk. looking at me dead in the eye. i blanked out the whole class period, because of...brains.  words cut in my throat and all i could say to my teacher was, "wah." which probably mad him more frustrated. he shook his head and pointed me out his door. as i started to leave the room i heard him say in a sigh, "stupid kid." under his breathe.

i walked out the class, holding back a few tears. maybe that he called me stupid or that i felt stupid.

i kept my head down as i started to leave the school. ditching the rest of two classes which weren't important. just electives. i just needed to get away from the world, and what better way than listening to music and going deep in thought. i sat down at a bus bench and started to pretend i was asleep for people wont bother me, and i didn't want to go home. my mother worked at home- owning a home daycare, and scared of someone seeing me and reporting me to my school that i ditched. so my best option was to just stay put, till school ended.

better than being teased and pushed around, and staying in a class that i probably wont pay attention in.