I never get bored anymore. There’s just so much to think about. The past, present, and future. I spend most of my time imagining. When I’m in a room anywhere, something I always can do is imagine origins. It is an endless chain of thought. Sitting in a classroom, I can look at the desk and wonder how many kids have sat in that seat in the past. Sometimes I wonder what the class was like when the desk first arrived. Who was the first to sit in it? How did the desk get there? What was it before it was a desk? Where did the tree it’s made from come from?
Sometimes we’re stuck in traffic and I just stare at construction. I stare at the workers and wonder what kind of people they are. If they’re bad people, I don’t want to know. So I pretend that they’re good people. I wonder if they’re honest people who work hard because they can’t get any other work. If they have a family at home that depends on their work in the hot sun for hours. What was there life like growing up to end up here and now?
Everyone and everything has an origin, and it’s impossible to ever finish dreaming up what those could be. Of course, my concoctions are most assuredly completely inaccurate, but these are things I will probably never know the answer to, and it could be pretty much anything, likely nothing I would ever imagine. That’s one of the reasons I can’t hate people. I just look at them thinking how little I know about them and how everything I see is an illusion. I’m not very good at criticizing things and people. I never think the other person is weird, I just think that I’m just so naive of the world and don’t know much.
