You don’t know everything about anyone and if you think you do, you’re a damn fool. When you anticipate reactions based on your judgement, you’ll never understand anyone’s movement. Every one has their own individuality, though most conform, but each mind is unique. I try to hold on to that fact firmly and go about my day, interested and excited about what I’ll learn next. What are you proud of thus far? What beliefs have you allowed to determine your life? And why? Oh, why. Then we begin with the stories and relation, it’s amazing when someone pours their heart, subtly or obviously, into the words they speak. Explaining their life in one, long, breath. Nonetheless, they walk out of my life and continue with theirs. Rarely do they stay. But I’ve always thought it’s better that way. May we remain friends until the end. Even if we never see each other again.
i am not a lazy sunday afternoon or a wild friday night. i do not hold myself well; i am a three year old bashing on pots and pans with wooden spoons trying to drown the silence out. i like to be alone because then there’s no way of embarrassing myself. i do that a lot. i trip on stairs, fall off chairs, knock over glasses. i can not construct a funny joke ending with a brilliant punch line because i am terriible at telling stories. i am not quick witted. i stammer over words sometimes, definitely not what anyone would call ‘smooth’. i could never sweep any one off their feet. hell, i can barely hold a confident conversation with someone unless i’ve known them for years. small talk with strangers is easy, but if there’s someone who is sitting right on the edge, i know them but not enough to say we’re friends — it can be very difficult. my heart thumps loudly and i blush, no matter who they are. they feel it, and they look at me even more intently because they know, too.
if i see someone in the grocery aisle i do not want to talk to, buying oranges and plums, and i need to buy orangles and plums, i’ll go and buy the cereal first. sometimes the pleasure of your own company becomes so beautiful you can’t bare to break it. does that make me a bitter or awful person? probably both. but then i’ll be standing at the bus stop, staring into space, not planning to see or speak to anyone i know and then someone will tap me on the shoulder and ask when the next 440 bus comes and i’ll jump in surprise and be a little frazzled. it’s almost as if i need to be prepared for conversation. if you catch me off guard it takes me a while to bring myself out of my head and adjust my thoughts into ones that can converse with you.
what annoys me about humans is that we are always waiting for the next thing. we wake up to an alarm which tells us to get ready to catch the train for work and then during our job we are waiting to get home and then eat dinner and sleep. always onto the next thing. meetings and schedules, bills to be payed. then there’s my father who brushes his teeth and sit on the toilet at the same time in order to save a few minutes. and for what? everything is happening faster. hair dyes. drive thrus. public transport. restaurant service. sometimes i’ll arrive at school not sure exactly how i got there. i mean, i know i walked 500 metres that way and then took a left and two rights but i wasn’t really there, i don’t really know how. i was so focused walking step by step to get to class that i missed the wilted flowers, brown around the edges, lying in the compost bin. i missed hearing a woman tell her lover over the phone that she missed him. i didn’t see the lovely old lady step out of the cab and give the driver an extra 10.
it is people that seem like they have the time with you, that they are present with you, and not worrying about what they have to do in ten minutes, or an hour, or tomorrow, who i really appreciate. they seem to be deeply in the moment with you. this is what i like about people who listen, and don’t interrupt, and it’s something i need to work on too, just listening to people and waiting until they’ve worked out the words in their head. and you can let them stutter, or start and then stop as many times as they’d like. you can be patient with people who have difficulties with expression. this is what i like about you. that you sit next to me and hold my hand and you always have time — you never tell me to rush. and i say exactly what i mean, because i have time to say it. i do not feel as if the words need to come quickly, i feel as if i can speak as slowly or as quickly as i like or even that all of that doesn’t matter, just as long as what i am saying is true. and i don’t have to be ‘smooth’. i can still be awkward and ridiculous, a wednesday, the middle hump of the week — when it’s almost the weekend but not quite.
What a beautiful thing it must be, to find someone that will fall in love with your mind. Someone to discern that aesthetic beauty is only a big banner saying “Notice Me,” and it could only go so far because it will soon wither down, but not your mind. Your mind is your greatest asset and your greatest weapon. Time will pass; your mind will not be the same as it once before, for your mind has grown mature.
And for someone to see the crystallized result of your life’s experiences, and the wisdom you possess inside your mind; wouldn’t you want someone to see that even if you won’t even try. Unlike aesthetic beauty, it asks to be seen, it demands to be paid attention to, but not your mind. Your mind will build you overall, from a young bud now blooming, the scent of your blossoming mind will leave the trails for others to follow unknowingly, and they will be attracted without their consent, because the mind naturally exudes it so.
Aesthetic beauty can be betrayed, it can be faked, your appearance may not be you, but your mind will always be you. And for someone to engage your mind, there is nothing more erotic than being undressed of your conscience and make love with your very thoughts. A naked mind is a vulnerable mind, what best way to show trust than to offer a warm welcome to your innermost, sensitive thoughts.
The walls that you have built around your mind, now you’re bringing it down, because now, someone is able to see past your visible beauty, elevating them to your invisible essential, pulling them closer more than you ever did in your life, letting them in.
1. Naturalist Intelligence (“Nature Smart”)
Designates the human ability to discriminate among living things (plants, animals) as well as sensitivity to other features of the natural world (clouds, rock configurations). This ability was clearly of value in our evolutionary past as hunters, gatherers, and farmers; it continues to be central in such roles as botanist or chef. It is also speculated that much of our consumer society exploits the naturalist intelligences, which can be mobilized in the discrimination among cars, sneakers, kinds of makeup, and the like.
2. Musical Intelligence (“Musical Smart”)
Musical intelligence is the capacity to discern pitch, rhythm, timbre, and tone. This intelligence enables us to recognize, create, reproduce, and reflect on music, as demonstrated by composers, conductors, musicians, vocalist, and sensitive listeners. Interestingly, there is often an affective connection between music and the emotions; and mathematical and musical intelligences may share common thinking processes. Young adults with this kind of intelligence are usually singing or drumming to themselves. They are usually quite aware of sounds others may miss.
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