You know when you discover things that you haven't seen, heard, or remembered for a long time? Isn't it such a great feeling? It's so comforting, remembering the memories and times in your past that meant to much to you, that you vowed never to forget. Or is it really scary? Because, if you forgot that memory, or song, or whatever it may be, then might you forget another one that you really don't want to? It is something we have no control over.
Yesterday, we spent an hour listening to a man talking to us about mental illness. It was really boring, but the information itself potentially could have made a great presentation.
Did you know that 1 in 4 people have a mental illness?
I didn't start this blog with the intention of telling you facts about mental illness. In fact, I have no idea why I started telling you about them. I suppose I linked the memory, to the mental, and the mental to the illness.
This is the sort of thing I have to know. How I got from one place to another. Does that make me slightly mad? There are loads of little things that annoy me, that don't seem to bother other people. I get told I'm an Obsessive Complusive. I'm really not. I'm just picky.
I suppose we're all sort of crazy in our own way. But not crazy enough for someone to sign a piece of paper to say you need to go into a mental institute. "Everybody's different" completely contradicts the stereotype of "normality". How can someone possible be normal is nothing is ever the same? I don't understand. It's just a word somebody made up to make people feel better about themselves when they are going through boring, or difficult times. "I wish this was/ wasn't just normal."
Anyway, I started to write about memories, and from that I intended to write about the feelings (suprise suprise) you get from certain situations.
Have you ever felt sad for no reason? Well, that's how I felt today. And my friend (a boy you've heard about before,) kept asking me if I was alright, and what was wrong because he knew there was something wrong. I didn't have an answer though, and just kept telling him I was fine, there was nothing wrong. We both know that it was a complete lie, but I didn't know what else to say. It made me feel slightly better though that he'd noticed - him rather than other people - and that he cared enough to keep asking and make sure I was alright in the end.
While I was writing this blog, I kept thinking "oh look, you've put in another rhetorical question." All of my blogs must have at least 3 in. Normally, I don't like asking questions that I don't get answers for, but I think I could get a million different answers for each of these ones.
I'm pretty obsessed with grammar too, and spelling. If you notice a mistake... PLEASE tell me about it. I couldn't cope with knowing I had writing on show with grammatical errors in it.
It's getting late. Tomorrow, my best friend and I are going to meet our group to sort out the campaign we're running.
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