Prodigy

I am studious, but that does not make me a prodigy. People have mistaken the classification of a prodigy, it may be because they have not seen any real prodigy. Well, I have witnessed a few. They are crazy to the extremes. The closest one right now would be Jade. She is a prodigy, but hers is based upon her books. In a way, she is studious, or more accurately, she is considered book smart. She is intelligent, her rate of absorption of knowledge is almost 20 times of an average.  She is a product of knowledge itself. Her pursuit and desire for knowledge had made her this way.

But, I would like to talk about the next level of prodigy. Prodigies, who are masters of what they do, are terrifying. They can crush their mastery with their thumbs. They send chills within me because they belittle you to nought. Let me describe one of my friends, she is just a 7-year-old girl, but her ability with maths is beyond the levels of average human capacity. She is able to solve 18923535734*895735355 under a time of 13 seconds. Her ability to calculate with her head is equivalent to a calculator and she does so with a 99% accuracy. I bow down to her.

UNUSUAL

Well, for the first time, I made contact with the weed. It felt weird, but it was very light. It was as though my body was under the control of a gentle electric shock where each cell appeared to be detached from another and functions independently. The weirdest thing of all was that I was able to command my body mentally, however, it appeared that it was not totally following the instructions that my brain impulses. I was conscious, at the same time, unconscious and subconscious to a certain degree. It made the world appear to be more detailed, I could somehow see the ugliness, within this world, much more clearly. However, the details within contradict each other, where white is white, black is black, but simultaneously you see that white can, in fact, be black and vice versa. It was a very interesting experience, I wouldn't deny that. But, during that time, I was more focused about one thing. Was I really high, or was my body trying to simulate the "highness" because that is the expectation?

Rain

Rain is seem as a metonym of doom or a bad omen. In songs, rain is used as a symbol of sadness. Shakespeare uses it to foreshadow an ominous event. Many other composers also utilize rain with dark connotations. However, there is a certain tranquility within rain. Rain is not necessarily bad. It brings prosperity to the farmers and their crops. It washes away the dirty spots on the roads. It is a very vital part of life and it is very valuable to so many people. Then why do people go about and relating it to such terrible images? What I am concerned is why is there a such a stark distinction between the good and the bad?

OR

On or off
In or out
hot or cold
Cool or warm
Wet or Dry
Silent or loud
Hard or Soft

Content

I am pretty happy with today. It was ordinary, however, it was very satisfying. Watched porn, chucked a fat wank, ate some Maccas, played a game of League and saw Yiwen. Nothing special happened, but I was very content with it. It is perhaps I have not had one of these ordinary days for so long. Last time, I had it, it dated back to maybe 5 weeks ago. It was so long ago that I could no longer recall the exact time but everything was fine. Porn was juicy. Wank was stimulating. Maccas was delicious. League was victorious. Yiwen looked gorgeous. Couldn't ask for anything better. Actually, maybe if Calvin came out and drove me home today. It would seem alot more complete.