Simply and Satirically Me

Long car rides do weird things to me. I’d rather be driving.  So when eight of the ten people in your family are piling into a 12-seater van for a 13 hour drive to Tennessee, it’s easy to decide that sleeping is the best option. Most trips go like this. Sleep. Eat. Read a book. Eat. Sleep. And normally I don’t think much about it. This time, however, I had a kind of a freaky inception moment. Yeah, the whole dream within a dream sort of thing. I’ve had them before—like those times I’ve repeatedly been “woken up” to get ready for school. But this was different because of how eerily real it all was and familiar it felt. First off, I’ve not slept a lot over the break. Book reading. Writing. Family. I had gone to bed too late and gotten up way too early to be trying to do anything but sleep. My brother was reading Mockingjay. I was talking about Divergent. We like talking about dystopian novels. Then, I’m telling them about the weird simulations in Divergent that m

So it’s finals week. Probably not the best time to be blogging out my thoughts, but let’s just say I’m not really in the studying mood right now. I’ll pay for it later. In a way, this blog is my release. It lets me get everything out of my mind that threatens to overwhelm me. I think too much. I’m slow of speech. But I can write. I love to write. So, when you have the sort of epiphany that I think I’ve been experiencing over the last month, it’s not something you just ignore. So...I'm releasing it. I live inside my own head most the time. Often it’s the case that I prefer observing to speaking, but that’s not socially conducive. Still, I generally only like talking to people who I feel close to. The reason? For better or worse, when I actually get to talking, it’s exactly what I’m thinking. I may not enunciate it correctly (I’m pretty horrible at that), but there’s no doubt that I’m going to be honest.   It’s like trusting someone with my inner self. Who I reall