A Disjointed Descent

DoodlesandDaydreams

The world is fantastic. It's a miracle, every moment, and we ignore it all. I get up every day, put on the same outfit, go to work, think about food and sleep and my needs/wants, and I take every moment for granted.

I imagine there are people who run into the streets screaming from the magnitude of it all. All this life. Out of fear, or love, maybe both. I feel it percolating in me. I squelch it, and I don't know if that shows strength or weakness.

Domestic animals have brain sizes 1/3 of their wild predecessors. They are functionally children at mature ages. The most mature of our domestic herding dogs are adolescents. Society seems similar.

I've discovered why I want to grow up. I don't want to be a sexually-mature infant. I don't want to be domesticated to society.

The only thing that may keep me from running screaming into the streets is being a thinking, actualizing adult.