Ramblings: Part Six

I want to know what it is like to be in other people’s shoes, if even for only a day. I want to be blind; I want to be amoral (like when I was a child and knew not right from wrong); I want to be schizophrenic. I want to see from the other point of view. It is impossible to correct problems if you cannot visualize the problems. We always just “think” we know what the problems are. There is no way of knowing unless we actually get in our cars and drive to the scene of the crime. In my experience, the closest way to get into the position of someone else is to be a constant observer. I like to people watch, I find out more about myself when I know about everyone else around me, but I digress, watching people only makes me want to crawl out of society and onto a platform in the middle of the ocean and live out the rest of my years. Observe the patterns of society and observe the processes of which people live their lives, but do not ever become one of those “people”. I am not telling you to become a stalker and watch people from outside their houses, following them around like you want to live vicariously through them. Trust me; you will get arrested. Watch people like you would watch a television and once the show is over move on to the next program (I suppose people are kind of like television shows; they come and they go and some stay on the air for longer than others). Patterns, Patterns, Patterns; it is like math. Every single thing on the face of this earth can be explained by math (or so I have been told on countless occasions). In the same way, like math, everything can be grouped into patterns. Nothing is random. Even the random integers that are created through computer programs are not random, they all exhibit some sort of pattern. Like the computer program’s “randomness”, people display the exact same patterns. (Be reasonable; of course there are exceptions. But those exceptions all fall in the pattern). Is it so farfetched that our mere existence changes these patterns, can hinder our own persistent failures in life? I want to walk on the moon, but I don’t want to go to the moon; is that not the typical human’s thinking? I want to live alone in the woods by myself so that no one will ever bother me, but I don’t want to have to get there. Why is it so hard not to conform to the patterns which were placed there in the past (the same ones that will stand in your place when you are dead)? Freedom, its like an animal in a cage; it wants to be free but at the same time after you let it go, it doesn’t know what to do with itself.