Not so Super Power

Would you want the superpower of always knowing if someone was lying or not?

How would it work? Does your supersense go off when someone fails to represent their thoughts or emotions truthfully and completely? Does it sense when someone fails to accurately communicate reality? Is a lie purposefully malicious while benign untruths are merely misrepresentations?

I do not want to know if people are lying. Humans lie all the time. We constantly misrepresent our feelings and thoughts and half of the time never know that we lied at all. We don't take the time to search ourselves and know ourselves, and consequently we lie about ourselves. I don't want to know if someone is lying. I want to know what they know about themselves. That's what is really interesting. That is what reveals the most about a person.

The meaning of Beauty

Sitting outside on a park bench, breathing in the midnight air. Cars pass you by, entering your life and exiting in a blink. But for that moment, they are a part of your world, and you are a part of theirs. In that moment, you are responsible for their life, safety and happiness. In that moment, they are responsible for yours. Having entered their life, you will forever be with them, if only as scenery in a distant memory, just as they will be with you.

Pop Music Playback

Have you ever gone back and read the lyrics of that new hit you always hear on the radio? Try it.
Sometimes it's deeply disturbing. Other times it's heart warming.
I think you can learn a lot about the state of American culture and society just by going back and listening to the lyrics. Part of me thinks that it's not the groove that draws us to a song and gets it stuck in our head for days to come. And the other part of me knows it. The lyrics means something to us.
I am drawn to a song because it meets me where I am...or where I wish I was.

In a world full of glasses, be not afraid to be a monocle.
In a world of gloves, don't worry about being scarf.
It's okay to be a speaker in the midst of headphones.
You don't have to be a value pack of pens.
In fact,
I'd rather have one dependable, solid pen than a dozen look-alikes that have each other and share nothing special with me.
I prefer to share my music with others instead of hiding behind wire walls.
I'd first keep my neck warm, leaving my hands open to new experiences.
And I'll wear a monocle any day, and wear it with style at that.

Doom

Some days, you are just doomed to be happy. Some days, no matter what comes, a good mood is sure to follow.
The frost coats the field, joy.
Brisk winds chill the skin on my face, ecstasy.
The rug is pulled from beneath you with bad news, hope.
Some days are just ridiculous like that..and I wouldn't have it any other way.