Who are we?

Who are we, really?

Reflections of those around us?

We, as individuals, don't exist. At least, not in the sense that everybody believes. We are our own person, but only as we see ourselves through the eyes of others. We are molded, shaped, controlled by outside pressure. The influence of others is a powerful thing. People don't think, don't change, without someone else telling them what to do, what to believe. People don't come to their own conclusions until they ask the opinions of others.

We are at our purest when we are alone. We construct shields to protect ourselves from outside interference, but every time we venture outside, we clash, chipping away at those shields until the influence seeps in, like a poison.It leaks into the cracks, pooling in our subconscious, dripping, dripping, dripping, until we cannot stand the sound anymore, and we let the flood in. It drowns us, sweeping away everything that was, until we construct channels and gates to control it. We're forced to redirect the outside influence, but it's still there, flowing through our minds like a corrupt river, our gates and channels only barely able to stay afloat in our own minds.




It's been a long few days.

Friday was awesome, don't get me wrong.  But my emotions have decided to start playing "what if?" with my mind. My dreams are all scenarios of what could be if I do this, and what if we this... Most of them are romantic scenarios, which bugs the crap out of me. I'm worried about the condition of my not-even-yet employment at Lowe's; I think I'll call over there tomorrow before class.

SG-1; my new obsession. Granted, McKay is still my favorite out of all of them, but I think I could grow to like Daniel Jackson. And Teal'C is just badass.

Anyway, I think dinner's almost done.

Later Days
-B

P.S. I think this is the longest thing I've actually written in a while that wasn't just lyrics.