So here we are, on the verge of finishing IB. My viewpoint's been changed dramatically these past 2 years. I watched a whole slew of people change as well; some for the worse, some for the better. I do not know how some people came to become their current self, and I often wonder if they will expand or contract on their personality. Why am I writing about this? I have no idea, actually. Thank you, brain, for reminding me that I don't know what I'm writing about or thinking about.
Anyways, that title you see at the top is some random thing that keeps popping up in my head from time to time. "Soviet Yo Momma-stan" is the name of the country in which yo momma originated from, while "The Melancholy" part is meant to be a parody on "The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya". If you don't know anything about that, please go watch. If you do not watch, please go shove a pineapple up your anus and twist.
There is no significance in that previous paragraph either. This paragraph doesn't have any significance as well. What does have significance is my 2 minutes of amnesia the other day. Or morning. I dunno, it's probably considered morning.
Essentially, I woke up one morning to the ringing of my watch. I had no idea why it was ringing, and what I was doing in a bed. I did not know who I was, where I was, and what I had to do. As I slowly opened my eyes, I took a look around the room and quietly remarked to myself about how colourful and girlish it was. I then saw the bible quote on the wall and hypothesized that this must belong to some religious girl. I got out of my bed and walked around, looking at various things that I found quite peculiar to have in a room; a stuffed Pikachu, a stuffed polar bear, a camera on top of a box of video games. As I looked through the window, I saw a backyard covered in snow and I realized that this was winter, probably in December or January. At this point, I started getting a nagging feeling that I had to go somewhere later that day. I tried to find out who I was, but nothing popped up until I took another look at the camera. It was at that point that I realized that I had to go brush my teeth, which went to do. On my way to the door of the room, every memory started flooding back to me. I had to stop just before I got to the door to take in what had just happened.
In that 2 minutes of forget, I was completely free. I had no worries, I had no knowledge of any assignments, I felt calm and relaxed. I also felt bored, as I had nothing to do. There must be something philosophical about all this, but I do not know what that is. Why?
Because storytime's over. I need to get to work. Bye.
