Why Do I Feel Insecure?

The question I pose in the title of this entry surely has a complex answer.  When I break it down (My hard work has tangible results.  I'm funny.  I'm smart.  I'm not starving.  I'm relatively handsome.), I should feel very secure.  Still, I have this nagging feeling of insecurity.  The insecurity originates from a perception of people I haD several years ago.  I used to perceive someone who uses a wheelchair as weak, crippled, and deserving of pity.  I'm actually strong and deserving of praise.  I can't portray my inner-strength to everyone is the only problem.  I'd like to think, "Why do I care about people who can't see passed my wheelchair?"  If I think this way, I'd be negating the person I used to be.  The question then becomes, "Why can't I negate the old Matt?"  He was immature, shallow, superficial, and an incomplete person.  Now, I'm the new Matt (mature, deep, insightful, and a complete person), and I'm ready to beat some ass.

I should apologize to my mom. I stabbed her in the heart, but I did it by accident. I didn't kill her. I only critically wounded her.

Why did I not realize until now how much I love fresh-squeezed orange juice?

I tend to wonder what the members of 'N Sync other than Justin Timberlake are up to these days.

Steve's name is Matt.

I'm an idiot savant. No wait...take out the savant part. JK - I don't really think I'm an idiot - far from it. I just think that's a funny thing to say.

Weekly Reincarnate

The layout of our weeks has a circular structure.  This concept is obvious, but people don't think of our weeks as circular. People always classify Sunday as a "weekend" day.  Doesn't Sunday technically begin the week?  Thinking in this way, we can consider Sunday to be a week-beginning day.  On Thursday, I can't wait for the week-beginning.

insert witty statement here about my extreme dislike of pop music

Do things in life annoy anyone as much as they annoy me?

I should stop trying to change people. One can change trends on a wide scale, but one can't change individuals.

I Have Mind Dissonance (My Thoughts Don't Exist Harmoniously)

I often tell a person I have a blog, and that person sometimes responds, "What's the theme?"  To this question, I respond, "My blog really doesn't have a congealed theme.  The theme of my blog is a cacophony of thoughts inside an abnormal mind."

The main thing I've learned during my 31 years of existence: you can ignore a person's bad attitude, but you can't ignore a person's bad smell.

Sponge Brain or Sieve Brain?

My ability to retain information is unpredictable.  I have excellent face-name recall.  I'm awesome at remembering names.  I take great pride in this phenomenon, and therefore I often make a great effort to remember a person's name after the initial introduction to that person (For example, I make up an alliteration for a person's name.  I recently met a woman named "Shantel" or "Chantel".  She's African-American, so I alliterated her name with the word "sugar" from the song "Brown Sugar".  (That song is about an African-American woman.) That helped me for our first few meetings after the initial introduction, and then her face along with her name became branded into my brain).  I have great trouble remembering ideas I come up with for entries for this blog.  When an idea dawns on me, I do all I can to remember that idea (I make up an acronym that I'll easily remember.)  Sometimes, I forget ideas I think I'll easily remember.  The reliability of my memory is inconsistent.

My mother made a delicious 3.14 for dessert.

Logical Incongruities

I enjoy dispersing logical incongruities throughout these pages.  I understand the statement, "I'm the nicest person in my therapy, but I'm not one of the nicest people in my therapy" makes no sense.  I think a statement, coming from an intelligent individual, that contradicts itself is funny.  I rarely say something illogical (in a serious way), and when I do, I usually quickly correct myself.  Anybody who knows me well, knows I like to live logically, and knows an illogical statement like "I'm the nicest person in my therapy, but I'm not one of the nicest people in my therapy" is not a result of my brain injury.  I just think logical contradictions are funny.  Don't try to find any hidden meaning behind my statements that make no sense.

I can't understand how anybody who's ever seen Fluffin can continue to dislike cats.

I'm the nicest person in my therapy, but I'm not one of the nicest people in my therapy.

Why does Nick Jonas sing every love song I hear on the radio?

Something happens to me, when I send stickers via a facebook conversation; I just want to keep sending stickers.

Positivity = Happiness

People naturally like to live in a positive environment.  I try to add positivity to the environment by smiling, telling jokes, and laughing.  The positivity emitting from me is infectious.  The positivity I emit spreads like a virus, eventually eradicating any negative viruses in the environment.  positivity > negativity.  By generally emitting positive energy, I generally like the environment I live in, and thus I'm a happy person.

Who plays the doctor in the film "Mulholland Doctor"?

I just read a newspaper article about conjoined twins who aren't related to each other.