sometimes when i think to myself

i feel like there are levels of awareness

it is like there is the day to day

then there is what i think about the day to day

then there is how i think about everything

and then there is the outer layer which is hard to think of

it is like i am looking at it from the inside and trying to imagine what

it looks from outside but i can only speculate

but i can only think about it for so long because it is just too hard

so hard that if i try for too long i will snap back to the first layer

until i can muster up the courage to climb back out again

I have always been very good at being alone. I don't know what it is.

I think I've convinced myself that it is just the way I am. I am most comfortable

random unconnected unfinished thoughts

To state the obvious, the world has become an increasingly globalized place. This has been furthered by the advancement of communication technology which has produced increased interaction between and mutual awareness of formerly distinct spheres. The proliferation of ideas has reached instantaneous rates. This is an exciting thing. While we may take it for granted, the speed at which we are able to not only attain ideas but to also exchange ideas has monumental effects on who we are and what we are capable of. When we expand our spheres of influence and awareness, we expand the potential of our ideas. But this increased assimilation (although I say assimilation, the cultural exchange is mutual and less imperialistic than previous cultural interactions that would typically be associated with the term "assimilation" ) also has the effect of blurring the lines of previously distinct entities. While the movement towards universality and commonality seems like a positive one, do we not also lose something in the process? . . . .

Whenever I think about myself