Why do humans always focus on the negatives? It is human instinct to fixate over all the negatives in life because it is the bad from which a lot of good is born. Science has proven that negative feedback registers in a more hightened sense in the memory section of the human brain and we are therefore hardwired to obsess more over the bad things in life than all the good that surrounds us on a daily basis.
“Do you believe in coincidences? I don’t. I believe in fate and destiny and that everything happens for a reason. Nine times out of ten when I tell someone that they respond with what seems to be a broken record response and that is, ‘so you have no control over your life? And no matter what you do everything will all work out how intended?’ and my response is always the same. Pretty much. The reason that everything will all work out no matter your choices is because all your choices have been predetermined and you were only ever going to make that same choice. It isn’t the most flattering idea but one that i find an odd comfort in, knowing that there is a set plan and being able to judge my future experiences based on how things are going. It’s an unpopular opinion to say the least but nothing great ever arose from an ordinary general concensus now did it?” “Well Jack, that sure was an interesting speech on… um, sorry what was your topic again?” “Oh uh, coincidences ma’am.” “Right ok. You can sit down thank you. Alright class, today I would just like to begin with…” The school bell interupts her lecture AND THE CLASS STORMS OUT THE CLASS. “REMEMBER YOUR HOMEWORK KIDS!” THE TEACHER BELCHES ACROSS THE CORRIDOR TO DEAF EARS. “JACK! HEY JACK WAIT UP!” “STACEY? HEY!” “I LOVED YOUR SPEECH,” SHE SAYS WITH HER KNEES BENT TOWARDS EACHOTHER AND FINGERTIPS TOUCHING, “I THOUGHT THAT IT WAS VERY ORIGINAL AND BRAVE. SPEAKING OF BEING BRAVE, WOULD YOU LIKE TO UH. HAHA WELL UM…” “I’D LOVE TO! I’VE GOT TO GET TO CLASS. CATCH YOU AFTER SCHOOL?” I RETREATED INTO THE CROWD WATCHING STACEY’S STUNNING GREEN EYES SLOWLY BURY THEIR WAY INTO MY HEART. WHAT A WOMEN!
DO YOU LIKE MUSIC? I FIND SOMETHING EXTREMELY INTERESTING IN PEOPLE AND HOW THEY ARE ABLE TO CONVINCE THEMSELVES THAT THEIR SITUATION CAN RELATE TO ANY SONG OF THEIR CHOICE. STRANGE ISN’T IT? AND THEY SAY THAT CREATIVITY IS DEAD. I MUST ADMIT THOUGH, I AM ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE. SOMEHOW I AM ABLE TO RELATE TO ALMOST EVERY SONG YET WHEN I ACTUALLY ANALYSE WHAT IS BEING SAID, I AM FAR FROM SIMILAR. IT’S FASCINATING TO SAY THE LEAST. SO I’VE GOT A DATE WITH STACEY TONIGHT AND I’VE BEEN SINGING A SONG ALL DAY. IT IS A SAD SONG ABOUT SAYING GOODBYE TO A LOVED ONE. I HAVE NO IDEA WHY IT’S BEEN IN MY HEAD ALL DAY YET I THINK OF STACEY AFTER I SING EACH LYRIC. MAYBE IT’S BECAUSE IT HAS EVEN THE SLIGHTEST ELEMENT OF LOVE AND THAT IS ALL I NEED TO THINK OF STACEY. WE’RE EATING AT SOME FANCY RESTURAUNT THAT STACEY PICKED OUT. SHE HAS AN… ECCENTRIC TASTE.
“HEY JACK! DID YOU KNOW THAT I CAN BURP YOUR NAME?” “OH! I… I DID NOT.” “YEAH! WATCH. JUUAAARRRRCCKKK. HEHE, IT’S QUITE IMPRESSIVE RIGHT?” “WELL IT’S QUITE SOMETHING THAT’S FOR SURE. TELL ME, WHY ME?” “YOU’RE MY MARK. I LIKE TO GET TO KNOW MY VICTIMS A LITTLE BEFORE I POISON THEIR DRINKS.” “I THOUGHT MY DRINK TASTED A LITTLE FUNNY.” HER SENSE OF HUMOR IS DEFINITLY ONE OF A KIND AND THE BURPING WAS AN ODD TALENT TO EXPRESS ON A FIRST DATE. THE DATE SEEMS TO BE GOING EXCELLENT THOUGH. SHE IS EVERYTHING I EVER DREAMT OF IN A WOMEN. SHE’S SMART, BEAUTIFUL, HAS A SENSE OF HUMOR AND HAS THE MOST AMAZING LAUGH. “I HAVE A CONFESSION TO MAKE BEFORE WE GO ANY FURTHER JACK.” “I’M ALL EARS, WHAT’S UP?” “I’M PREGNANT WITH YOUR BROTHER’S BABY.” FUCK! OH, IT WAS JUST A DREAM. FUCK, IT WAS ONLY A DREAM.