Brumous

emotion

I don't get them.

I have million questions about emotions, why do they exist? Do we really need them? Do they shape us to who we are? are they describable? Do we think that we understand them? Do we actually understand them? Are they even real? Or just an Illusion?

Emotions mess us up, for an example; when you love someone, you'll be dumb and stupid, and not pick the right decision. Love is one of the most common emotion I've ever heard of, and so is hate. As they all say there is a thin line between love and hate. But I see that there is a thin line between everything and hate. Like when you are hurt, you'll hate the person or something that hurts you, if you love, the person may break your heart and leads you to hating them and loving them at the same time.

Confusion is also a very common emotion, and it describes me very well, I'm a very confused young girl who doesn't understand how life works, how friendship and relationships work. And so many people struggle like I do with confusion and not catching up with the world, for an example, why do people kill? like there is no use of it, we'll all end up dead in the end, no need for us to kill, but we still do it. And no I'm not hinting that I'm a killer.

Happiness may be the only emotion that is very...cheerful. Very exciting, thrilling, enjoyable. It may be caused by love; which sometimes leads to hate. But we humans just love and hurt anyways, but we get through it anyways.

So why do we feel those emotions? Now I know that they shape who we are, like anger can be a human's....adjective, that human, will just be angry at anything and everything.

I feel like emotions destroy us, but we don't need to be destroyed right? we'll end up dead in the end, so we don't need to be destroyed mentally. Or maybe we do, maybe that's how we learn. From our mistakes. From everything we've done. Emotions are a mental lessons that comes naturally without us noticing. Without us caring about them.

Yes people have over-thought their emotions to someone or something, but have they thought that they were lessons? That they were a small things in your head that tells you what to do and what not to do? And if you do the wrong thing you'll just learn from it? Have they thought about this?

So apparently writing about all this makes me find the answer of my own questions, make me feel a bit better, this is how I want this book to be like. A place that I can find answers, a place that I can go back to and remind myself that I figured out what my lesson is, what I feel.

I feel so satisfied with how this turned out, and satisfied is one of the emotions that I'm feeling right now, because I can just tell people what I found, and people can disagree with it, or agree. Which will make me happy either way, because they at least gave up a couple of minutes of their precious lives to read this, this confusing yet understandable almost-600 word chapter.

This is the end of the chapter, and I dedicate it to my dearest best friend, she is going in hell a lot of shit and to be honest I hope she feels alright as soon as possible :)