Untapped Potential

I know, another blog. But there’s so much on my mind recently, some that is only in my diary since it isn’t fit for world view granted, but still. Right now I’m thinking I need to wrap myself in bubble wrap so I don’t keep hurting myself, especially my knees. Yesterday and today have seen me falling and hurting myself; this is the third time my knees have been scrapped, my left worst because, apparently, that’s where my weight goes when I fall. Yea, fun.

See, I wouldn’t mind so much if I wasn’t having to close the library tonight and go up and down all the floors. Third most haunted school in the Piedmont Triad. That’s all I have to say on that subject.

And in line with the whole ghost thing is that I somehow got on the topic with my family last night about how, from my Dad’s side, we have this sort of…future-seeing dream-thing when we’re young. And then it sort of fades as we get older. I don’t want it to fade. I know it did for my Dad, probably for his parents if either of them had it, and I think it has for my brother, too. I know this might sound weird, but it’s true. I’m not sure if it’s because of a part of the brain that most people don’t use is used with us, or just because our brains work differently; since it is uncertain if humans in general use only part of their brain, or if brains just work differently, have different folding, different amounts of gray and white matter, etc. However it works, it is something that, if I lose it completely, will feel like losing a large part of me.

I haven’t had these sorts of dreams in a while, I still get strong deja vu, but that’s about it. I used to be able to tell people exactly how something was going to happen before it did. Now, now so much. And I hate that. It’s not just because I was ‘special’, but because it was part of me. My theory is more that I just don’t remember the dreams so well rather than I’ve lost this ability. So, what it comes down to is remembering my dreams, figuring out how to do that.

I know some of you may be thinking that I’m crazy, and if you want to think that, go ahead. But I’m not. I’m telling the truth on this. I don’t’ know how it works, or why it seems to travel from my Dad’s side; it just does. See, the thing is, there is a part of psychology that studies this exact thing. Granted they stuff all this under an umbrella term of ‘ESP’ (extrasensory perception). It’s a very small branch, and most people in any science field dismiss it because there isn’t enough ‘evidence’ of it, but it comforts em that there is a sort of field. I’m trying to hold on tot he small tendrils that still exist of what I could do, but, even if I lose it completely, I hope that anyone else who has/had some ‘other’ sense than the five we all know will be able to know the why and how someday. If enough study is done on it, who knows.

Most people do not like to believe in things they can’t see, or that people say they ‘used’ to be able to do; so I know I may not be counted as a reliable source. I just know I believe in untapped potential of the human brain. I know I believe that some people can do things others can’t, or that everyone can do strange things, they just don’t know how and it doesn’t come as naturally to them.

Life is weird. Human brains are weird. I figure we’re like icebergs; 10% seen, and 90% unseen. And with there being so much unknown, who is to say future-dreams or anything else is impossible?