I’d taken a break from this for a while and a lot of stuff’s happened in this time. No, I am not in a mood to type it all out i.e. strain myself expressing my thoughts. A summary includes meeting my cousins. Well, this is an event since it’s only the second or so time I am seeing them in my entire life. Well, what can I say, I met them. I also met their large dog, and I was afraid, very.
No pets for me or any one living with me, ever. People who can’t handle that will have to leave.
In other news, I was furious with my parent(s). Never ever happened before. And yes, it is a big deal. No, not really really, but it shouldn’t happen, and it did and hence a big deal. No details, but no, it was not my fault. And yes, they have raised me to be, well, more idealistic than they think they have.
I know what I am doing, and I will not change. Sorry, but that’s how it’s got to be. And that’s the way it will. I might as well go ahead and say it, I am never wrong.
But the important thing is, will I do something stupid as a result of not thinking straight? I would like to assume that I won’t, and that I am and can be cold and level headed always, but we just have to wait and see.
In other news, I was thinking of some stuff to put in the music section of entropy and I remembered something I had thought of/read/seen before. Let’s suppose Martians observe our behaviour. Most things, gathering/preparing food, having and caring for offspring, etc. are all normal, comprehendable behaviour. But music? Listening and performing, doesn’t really seem to have that clear a purpose does it?
Yet, for some strange reason, we are inherently hard wired to respond to music far more easily than, say, reading or writing. Want to distract a baby? Sing a lullaby, NOT show her a book, however colorful or whatever it may be. Listen to a tune, you can hum it, or drum to it, or tap out keys on a piano. You can’t “just do” calculus can you?
Why is it that we’re seemingly wired for something that’s seemingly not entirely useful? Sure, it feels good. Even other pleasure seeking human responses seem to have some purpose. Music, I just don’t see it.
I know it is a very very important part of me, and I assume everybody else. I wonder why.