change

humans don't handle change well. it's hardwired into our systems to not accept change, it has something to do with back in our hominid stages when things changes (like the weather) we were supposed to react. I'm just kidding, that sentence is completely ridiculous, we are still hominids, so are monkeys (monkies?) but I actually googled "why people can't accept change" and nothing good came up so I just made something up. but anyway, back to not liking change. when things start to change out of our control, it is accompanied by a very uncomfortable feeling. like when you cut your hair really short and can't stop grabbing at it even though it's not there anymore, or when it starts to get colder and people that you had just met start wearing sweatshirts and jeans and it's weird because you aren't used to seeing them in coats, or when someone new moves to town and they say "rummage sale" instead of "garage sale". all of these minor things can cause a small amount anxiety, similar to the feelings of despair and confusion that accompany any new facebook update i.e. the changing of the "be a fan of" button to "like". but there are also bigger things, the more common causes of change anxiety like moving to a new town, breaking up with your boyfriend, other scary things. I thought of this today because I received a info package from DePaul University and the little letter that came with it said "I'm impressed that you are thinking about college so soon!" WHAT! According to every single thing they have told me at school and read on college websites has told me that I am too late to ever receive a good education because I have not already enrolled in an SAT preparation course and have allowed myself to get 3 B's. But this letter from this college has simply reminded me that I have plenty of time to not freak out about college and I don't have to accept this change for quite sometime! yay!!
But back to more amusing topics, today we were watching this show about this guy who almost starved to death in a cave even though he was only like 600 yards from the exit of the cave. and I mentioned that The Donner Party was only 6 miles from the nearest town. Then we kind of awkwardly chuckled because it was ironic but it also a bit of a taboo to bring up the Donner Party ever because it is such an uncomfortable topic. (did you know one of the guys opened up a restaurant after the whole thing? insert more awkward chuckles). But somehow, later on, when I left my mother and younger sister in the kitchen while I was on stumbleupon looking at weird ways people have died (okay so this is probably more strange then what I am about to tell you, but it really just came up and it was what I was actually looking at when this happened) my sister came in to ask if I could log her back on to lauren's computer because lauren wasn't there and I was the only other one that knew that password. So I walk out there and type in lauren's password and a page popped up where they had been searching the illuminati. oh, it's fine, I'll wait while you google illuminati. I refuse to explain what it is because I think it is so utterly ridiculous. So, back to the story, I expressed my disdain to my mother about their choices of topics, which had apparently sprung from my mention of the Donner Party earlier. Then, my mother proceeded to tell me that the illuminati was, in fact, real and were responsible for a lot of things, like the deaths of Marilyn Monroe and JFK and I should just ask my grandpa, who was in the FBI. ....right. I don't believe in this kind of crap. But I guess I am one of those skeptical people who don't really believe in all that kind if stuff: ghosts, aliens, romantic comedies. none of them really hold any water. Or at least not ghosts in my house or intelligent life on other planets. I do believe in capitalizing the word I though. as you can see I don't really ever capitalize anything else but it annoys me so much when people don't capitalize I. there was a perfectly good blog that I could not read because they were all about i and not I. I bet they also believe in love at first sight or whatever.

oh, look it's a gibbon! the only type of monkey to not be in the hominide family! which apparently not the correct spelling for what I am trying to get across, but I mean, isn't this a nice looking monkey?

Cheers,
Cayla