It’s November 14. I’m supposed to write something every day, even if I don’t post it on here, but it’s been 4 days since I’ve written anything. It’s been a busy week at work. By the time I get home, the last thing I want to do is write, or think. All I want to do is just tune out from the world for bit and float in a sea of silence and nothingness.
Reading isn’t much better either. I’m still reading Haggard’s She and though I’m almost at its end, its interminable boringness is making me want to pick it up less so now I’m heading into my third week of reading it. Anyways, I didn’t intend this to be some sort of journal post. I just wanted to let you know what’s up, in case you were wondering.
As you can see, I’m being lazy and am combining a Weekend Reads post with a Writing Myths one. I don’t feel up for two heavy writing posts right now so I’m doing it all in one. In case you’re wondering, Weekend Reads is a weekly discussion on a variety of topics. At the end of the post, I’ll include what I plan to read on the weekend. (And since I already mentioned She above, I won’t bother mentioning it below.)
And, obviously, this weekend’s topic is one from the Writing Myths list. Writing Myths is a writing assignment I’ve given myself for the month of November. I just realized that I’ve never posted the list of topics for Writing Myths so I’ve attached it to my first post, if you’d like to see it.
I’m now on prompt #5, which is:
Write a myth to explain why the grass is green.
Since I’ve done that here, I’ll skip this one and go to prompt #6:
Write a myth to explain where human beings come from.
As for that, well, you know how there are meteor showers, right? I’ve always wanted to see one. Since college I’ve always wanted to drive out into some remote country place, in the middle of a field, away from all the bright city lights, and watch a meteor shower. One of my professors told me that’s the best way to see it.
Of course, there are a number of things preventing me from doing that. First of all, I can’t drive. Secondly, ain’t no way I’m going out in some remote country place where I could be murdered by an axe man or taken by crazy humans, ghosts, or aliens that’ll leave a huge, ominous sign behind as evidence of their presence. Plus I’m not sure if I’d really want the cool powers I’d get from having an asteroid, or whatever, crash land in my presence. Anyways, I’m off topic.
Meteor showers have always fascinated us humans, though we’ve forgotten why. We’ve always been drawn to them, similar to how we’re sometimes transfixed by the stars. You’ll find this hard to believe but we’re actually from space. Yea, for real.
The story is long forgotten now, stifled by scientific and biblical explanations for our existence but we all crash landed here millions of centuries ago. Today’s scientific and biblical theories are based on the truth in this “myth.” We didn’t arrive in the awesome shape we have now. We arrived as these tiny organisms that slowly morphed over time and developed into the homo sapiens we are today.
Sure, some people don’t believe the whole evolution shit but really, we haven’t stopped evolving. It’s just that there’s no way we, today, can prove that us humans are still evolving since it’s doubtful any hard evidence will result in our lifetime or that of our great grandkids. Anyways, I’m off topic again.
It’s the meteor showers that brought us here from somewhere in space (or beyond). Does that answer your question? Ever wondered why we love to compare ourselves to fallen stars?