Dark Light: The Philosophies of My Head

    I seem to become sunnier by day. All of the sudden, yellow is my second favorite color, and my favorite shirt is drenched in yellow happiness and a witty remark: "Save Energy: Don't Talk To Me". I suddenly find comments like "weird," "psychotic," and "nerd" pleasant, in that they mean something of my own interperetation, something better than intended, obviously.

    Now, nothing gets me down. Yet, I am confined to myself with which to share my feelings. "I'll bet you a dollar," no longer works, a) because I never seem to have a dollar, and b) because if I did, I'd get to keep it.

    And I still am lonely, not to say I know anything of loneliness. I know that there are people who have gone--and will go on--alone throughout life. I thank God I'm not one of them--Yet.

    I know that I'm young to have accessed thoughts so deep in the center of my mental being, but I don't think that it's anything abnormal; key word being "think".

    Sunniness can cover my person, but I will still secretly be my own best friend. I do not at all intend to sound ignorant here, but no one can be a better or worse friend than you can to yourself. Granted, I have yet to come to terms with that in my own life, call me a hypocrite.

    And so I give you a dose of dark light: insight into the philosophically uncharted lands of my head.