The Future Ever so Fleeting Part 2

My mind unravels in mysterious ways. I often wonder how other peoples minds work. Do they act as spontaneous, and actively as mine? Or do they think in a whole different way? Is my mind a traffic jam while yours is a river, all flowing in an orderly fashion? To begin. My mind is like a train/subway station, at any given point, including the one during which I type this. Thoughts are racing around all at once, some louder than others. But they create a constant screaming inside my head, as they mix, jumble, and provoke an even larger thought. Though I do not actually hear screaming, it as if somethings are just making noises, and they unravel into more and more complex systems. These thoughts always stream continuously, running around only to multiply. I find myself asking questions to my mind in my head, to provoke an answer, only to bring about the answer and many memories. It is a mess of thoughts, that can never form to one collective thought. Even when I stare blankly into the nothingness my eyes create, the mind is never sleeping. I can not just think about nothing, there always has to be something going on. How does your mind work? sometimes my mind becomes aware, and I realize there is more to the world than what I see. For brief segments of time my brain will in essence detach from itself and my peripheral vision becomes one with my vision, and everything seems to connect. Also when thinking objectively my brain feels a pressure on the mid-left section as if a weight is pressing down upon it, but not only on the brain but bout 2-inches outside of the skull. This allows me to see the world as it is, without a strong bias. Can you do that, and if you can what is it like? Now you know the brain of the host of this page. It is as easy to understand, as choosing 3 different lost episodes, and having it make perfect sense. Or rather, it's like seeing a duck, when you're actually looking at a cow.----------READ THIS ONE-------------------- Speaking of which, let's dive into the most humiliating story of my life. I open with the big bucks for you. Back in (I believe) '07 I had gone on a trip to Florida to visit a relative. While I was there, I of course went to the beach. While I was there swimming off by myself in the semi-deep water, that rose to my neck line I heard splashing behind me. I did not care for it, for I was being left alone. Now take into account, this time of my life I was in my rebellious stage, and I had grown my hair out to reach past my shoulders, worst decision of my life. Not to mention my hair had curls that girls kept saying they were jealous of. This was also the most out of shape I had been in all of my life, before I grew more and shed off a few pounds. (I'm getting better shut up!) So there I was fat, long hair Samuel minding my own business, wondering if my foot would be bitten off by the next up and coming Jaws. Behind me was a group of college students with a football, the catching and throwing was the only action they would probably get all day, and potentially for the rest of their lives. They feebly attempted to pick up girls via, a massively desperate attempt which involved them "throwing" the football to one another, where they would pretend to miss, only to have the ball splash next to a girl, which they would then have a reason to violate any person with their eyes, since their ball was nearby, they would then ask the girl to throw it back to them. Well evidently the sun was getting to their heads as their hormones raged in a pathetic dog like way. Once again, I was sitting there in the water waiting for that shark that I had sworn I saw, when a football comes crashing into into my back. I turned around, angry at the horrible throw wondering who the Tom Brady had been. As I turned they asked me to throw it back to them. Now as we all may know throwing a ball is not easy while crouched, so I stood up only to the shock, and delight of the college students. With my rise out of the water I, being a male, was not wearing any shirt. But the college students, with their brains in overdrive look and shouted with glee, "SHE HAS NO SHIRT ON!" They were visibly shocked, and some seemed to be believing in love at first sight. Low and behold I stood the whole way up and they saw I was wearing swimming trunks, not a bikini. Their pathetic face turned to horror as one shouted "It's not a girl, run." In which case, they scattered towards the beach. My response was simple but easy, I threw the ball back and nailed one in the head, and went back into the water. That was the day a group of college students found love in the place they weren't looking. Though the story is embarrassing to me, I can't imagine the feeling of those students, that for a brief second thought they had hit a jackpot. This goes out to those morons, I'm a dude, nice try though.