Honor Society..... A program where your good grades payoff, a program you can show others you've earned the right to be called smart, and a program I lucked into.
All my life I wanted to be the A+ student who got to be called for an award, something like my sister. She is beautiful, smart, and tough. She is a natural born genius while I'm just me.... A student who finds joy in just passing a math class.
I remember her just reading something and understanding it the night before a test. I was so jealous that she could just understand something and be OK. My brain needed time to form any idea of logic but that was until I found my passion in college; philosophy.
*Serious voice* Why is the sky blue? Do we just call it blue? Maybe God created it? Is God truly there? Where is there?
I know it sounds like silly nonsense but these are questions that keep me going. My brain works in wonder and little to no logic. Yes, I know two plus two is four but what is four? How does math make so much sense, if it was created by one white old man in B.C times? They couldn't have known so deeply about the things, we know today. Yet, it all fits together like a puzzle.
But according to most humans who feel that the earth was created by a bang. We just stumbled upon making nonsense into logic and we all are monkeys. Which is fine for most people but I would like to think maybe someone loves me so much that they made me. That I was this little thought in their mind and they saw fit to place me into this world, with love, trust, and guidance.
God, is what most call the boss man. Or the boss lady. But to me, he is neither of those things and when I use the term "he," I don't mean that God has a male anatomy because I don't believe he has breast either. I just think to place him into our terms, lowers the beauty within him.
So terms like he and him, mean to be humanistic statements that I use to address such a wondrous thing. Then why don't I use; she and her? Hmmmmm.... Because I fucking don't want too.
Respect my choices as a human and I'll respect your choices of the monkey theory.
Honor Society..... I have my first meeting today. I'm going to be late. Late in a world where time is only a made up, tool used to force humans to yolo their life away, plan for a family, or rush to go no where.
"Your biological clock is ticking" ~ Doctor
"Do you have children? And is it my responsibility just as a female to make sure I get pregnant? Do men have biological clocks?" ~ Me
"This sale is ending fast!" ~ Car salesman
"Don't you own this dealership? Can't you make the sale last forever?"~ Me
"I'm late for work!" ~ Random Human
"Time is forever recycling, moving, and restarting. When a trees dies, does that mean time stops? It has hit its end but time does not end for us. So that must mean we all have our own set time so, why do you set your time in your bosses hands?" ~ Me
Well, I am late but strangely happy that I am late in my own time.
At least they don't know that a C average student who made A's in the first time in her life got into their smart club.
Goodmorning
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