Asylum Theory

I tend to think that those "mentally insane" people who are held in asylums are the people who have awoken to the "real" life. They can see what is really happening under the frostings of life, and that's why they're so scared, so much so that they lose their minds [if lost is even the right word]. Their eyes have opened to the reality of it all and I think that even if what they're seeing might be beautiful, it would be horrific, because it'd be the unknown. They don't know how to cope with it, just like any other person would be befuddled faced with something so alien.
That makes me think, why can't I wake up? Why can't I seem to help them? Why do they scare us so much, if at all? Do I want to wake up if I know I'll turn out the same? Will I turn out the same?
I think they make us uneasy because they know something we don't, and we're scared of that. Maybe the people who study the patients slowly become "insane" because they realize what the patients are seeing and talking about. They learn through the eyes of their patients, and they can't help to understand eventually...
I don't know, these are my thoughts. Post your opinions of what you think.

Late Night Dates With "The Shark and Man"

For all those reading, you've probably figured out my time management skills aren't as great as my wandering-around-doing-things-I-shouldn't-be-doing skills.

Lately, studying has been a great [meaning a big] part of my life, and it's getting quite exhausting. My "late night dates" have been with George Washington and the other fourteen [?] presidents, with numbers that hurt my head, with "The Shark and Man." All of which has made me delayed on my daily treads! But, that's okay- sort of. I'm learning things, some of which I'll never really use again, and some things I'll use for the rest of my life.

Sooner rather than later, I'll be posting a few more thoughts of mine, so please stay tuned~

First Post and its Significance

I guess there's a first for everything.
Thus, there's an experience for everything, and a certain anticipation that comes with the unknown.
At first I thought, "Maybe this first post should be memorable, something really unique, something everyone would talk about," but then I realized, the only person it had to be significant towards... was me.
Now don't misunderstand me, the reason I type all this, is to share my thoughts with the readers, namely you if you're reading. I seek to understand all cultures, learn new things, and hopefully exchange smiles with people. But... as much as these posts are for you, I must do this for myself, as a milestone of my life- a history book that I must complete, because who knows? Maybe my thoughts will be worthwhile of your time, and you'll reach out with curious tendrils to think beyond the constructed walls of society.
As a last note, I'd just like to say that this is going to be one heck of a ride, so please feel free to stretch arms and legs out of the cart- I wouldn't want to hold you back from exploring the place.