Emo-ness

With winter fast approaching (heck, it already feels like winter!), it seems like every passing day is just sucking the milk of joy out from the udder of life. Now pause for a moment and just visualise that metaphor. I know it's sick, but being depressed does weird things to my brain. No sunshine... Freezing... Windy... Raining... Damned housemate singing... Blasted housing agent not fixing my broken rangehood despite incessant complaints for 5 months... Lots of friends jetting off somewhere else much warmer... My tennis team playing like noobs this season... My favourite racket's strings are broken... Becoming an illegal immigrant soon...

Did I mention there's hardly any sunshine? You know, studies have shown that the number of cases of clinical depression rise markedly during winter due to the lack of jolly good sunshine. Maybe all those environmentalists have got it wrong. Maybe we need a BIGGER hole in the ozone to heat things up a bit during winter. Skin cancer be damned, what else was sunscreen made for? Maybe we actually need the extra UV. It might kill off the HIV virus. It might accelerate the evolution of the human species as a whole. Maybe sprouting another arm is useful. I could think of heaps of things I could do with another arm. Would I be 50% better at working or multitasking? Would I have to change my wardrobe to accommodate the extra appendage or do I just cut a hole in my shirts and go for the rugged look? What if the new arm grew out from the back of my head, or someplace else more discreet and embarrassing? What kind of loon would expose his or her nether regions to so much sun? These are the sort of questions that plague my mind at night. Which sane person knows the answers to them?

Speaking of knowing, how many people out there do you reckon really know what they're doing half the time? So-called experts and professionals do, I concede, know more than the layman about certain matters, but how can they claim that they know everything they are supposed to be 'expert' in perfectly? Such people also tend to be in positions of power and authority, which means that when they do get things wrong, the mistake tends to be a huge one with far-reaching implications. Therefore on average, the severity of errors by 'experts' are approximately equal to the layman who makes smaller mistakes more frequently.

If you've read this far, I assume you're pretty bored and are probably slacking off at work or in class. So here's food for thought: what if everyone's perception of colour is different? We all know what red and blue look like, but do they actually look the same for everyone? If you could change bodies with someone else, would you still see red as you used to or will it look like yellow instead? Would you be able to handle the barrage of strange colours that don't seem to fit familiar sights? Would seeing leaves look purple and the sky brown make you mad?

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