The irony of the title of my former favorite show, (and currently the title of the second song on one of the albums of the band I am currently obsessed with?)--"Unsolved Mysteries"? Well, the irony of it is that life ITSELF is a fucking mystery. But yet, here we are...basically, in a way, when I really think about it, just doing and saying whatever we're programmed to, in a strange way. Cause, to quote Popeye the sailor man--"I am what I am, and that's all that I am." Honestly, unless I were to lose complete control of my own sanity (which I would like to think I would be fully aware of if I did...although that does sound a bit counterintuitive)...whatever thoughts, feelings, "instincts", ideas, etc, that I come across...that I have come across, dealt with, overcome, experienced, etc etc...it really comes down to being the only way it possibly COULD be, right? Great, now I'm beginning to sound like that guy from Candide...feel like his name is right on the tip of my tongue, but yeah, that philosophy from Candide, that we are living in "the best of all possible universes" basically...I should really probably just read that book again, I guess. It's just so strange to me, sometimes..."change." Especially in the aspect of feelings. I know Ayn Rand firmly says that our thoughts are what ultimately control our feelings, but...you know what? Fuck Ayn Rand. The thing that's interesting about her whole philosophy...(well, one of the many I should say)...is that it is not something that comes automatically for most people. It takes effort, training...which I guess begs the question of whether this is truly reflective of a weakness in the philosophy...that is, the fact that the practice of it and adherence to it involves training and practice. And the fact that she lends no credence whatsoever to the field of psychology and brain chemistry, and how the way someone's brain is wired could affect their ability to think even a little normally much less think the way she prescribes, with great discipline and training involved...yeah, I dunno man, it's just a bit "out there" for me. But I guess that takes me back to the idea of the changing of feelings being especially strange. Cause I know when I first started reading her stuff, I was practically convinced it was the ultimate truth of the universe, or something. And now...well now, I'm obviously not-so-much convinced of this. I knew I could never strictly adhere to a dogma that propagates atheism. Which also might sound a bit counterintuitive...dogma and atheism? Well, this philosophy is a fucking dogma. At least as I've seen the way most people interpret it. Anyway. Life is strange. What else is there to say, really? Until I get the balls to actually write a fucking story, or something of at least a little significance. Until then ...ta ta.