Intrigued I Guess

The Addams Family. They all enjoy pain, suffer, hallucinations, mirages, tears, heart breaks, blood, scars, fractures, fires, cuts. Ain't that lovely? The things we do to ourselves as a let go to all our problems and 'tortures' are just so much fun and play day to the Addams. Lately I've been trying to see things from a different perspective. Seeing the bad in good. Seeing the mean in nice. Seeing the pain in feeling good. Seeing the black in all the colours. And seeing how morons are among us in the at most unexpected person or group of people. Its right there, and because we chose not to see it, it follows our instructions and makes it oblivious an unseen. A friend told me that our brain has the capacity of what's combined into the beyond greatest weapon and power ever, but even the genius 'Einstein' //I don't agree that he's the most genius person ever, but since the world claims him to be so, whatever// uses only 3% of his brain. Freaking 3.

As a conclusion, its either we are the ones who take control and manipulate the brain or the other way around. Since I'm sure now that I've been going on auto pilot this whole time, I pressed 'start' and I'm now starting to experience real adventures, real feelings, feelings from things that I choose to do. Dealing with the outcome from everything. Its starting. And what I've realise from this 'a step ahead':

1. My perspective of other people changed. Some to the good, but most to the bad
2. My favourite colour has changed from orange to pastel colours to black
3. My favourite pass-time and interest have changed from doodling to making patterns to taking pictures,  then back to the beginning which is writing, commenting, judging people in silence
4. My bad ass attitude which I have loss touch with is slowly coming back (I don't know why, but I haven't been honest with some people about some things and usually I'd be the kind to just spit it directly to their faces and how that has been missing for a long while now is sad cause I'm not that feisty girl no more so the feeling of it slowly coming back amuse me. And I'm freaking happy its back)

I won't go overboard though. I love honesty and you know some people //probably// when reading this might think that I'm changing to this whore or mean girl or something, but I'm not and I would not let myself to be that. As a word of proof, remember that I am a Muslim and that my priority as a Muslim is to be kind, polite and genuine. I wear the Hijab, I have principals. I have dignity and my parents' dignity so I will not go beyond speaking up what's on my mind or have a say in something. I know when I can or I shouldn't interfere. Please, I'm 17. So, I guess I'm back