oh little one, your hemingway jawline looks just like his

Have you ever really taken the time to think that your best day is someone else's worst and vice versa? But there are some days when everything seems to be confusing to everyone no matter who you talk to. 

I told Brady once that the entire Earth is just a landfill for human experiments, whether they were successful or not. The more I think about that, the more it freaks me out that any of us exist at all, not to mention the weird things we've created to make our lives easier or all these weird ideas we've developed about how life "should" be lived. And sometimes I take the elevator down one more level and wonder if any of it even exists to begin with or if we're all just here to represent a split-second in a dream that the universe is having . Maybe we are in the brain as we speak and we're all just a bunch of molecules (we ARE just a bunch of molecules).

Feelings are strange. It's strange that we, being cooked up from such simple ingredients, do things like move across the country because we "feel" like it's the right thing to do or "feel" like we love someone or "feel" pain when someone pinches us. 

wefeelfine.org is a site that crawls blogs looking for users that type "i feel" or "i'm feeling" and pulls those sentences and various other information and puts it into a little image post on their own site. Something of mine is on there but I've yet to find it. Here are some of my favorites: