*Montropy: (n): 1. A neologism, derived from the unintended convergence of mental and entropy. 2. Scattered and increasingly disorganized thoughts and memories.
When I was in the 5th grade, I wanted desperately to learn how to play the trumpet. I think this desire came after seeing "Three Coins in a Fountain." One day, in a fit of frustration, I bent the bell of the trumpet. I felt so ashamed, that I never played the trumpet again. I still regret it.
In another fit of anger, I once signed a paper for school with my birth name. My dad saw it, but never said anything. I still very much regret hurting him.
I miss my dad.
I miss my father-in-law.
Why do I like the soundtracks for movies that headline Ellen Page?
I love the smell of a crisp autumn day. And my children. (I still enjoy smelling their hair)
I feel so helpless and lost most of the time, despite knowing what I have to do.
I hate betrayal.
I have amazing nieces. They are such different people, but both so wonderful.
Why is it I can see the glory of God in the bee, in the sunset and in the genome, but I can't see it at work in me?
Why am I fascinated by Wendingo Psychosis, Capgras, Cotard's and Fergoli's psychosis?
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