Socializing, But Make It Geometric

According to Nanay, talking to books doesn’t count as socializing. So I went shopping for a group where brains aren’t optional. Came across a high-IQ club where flexing neurons gets you in, not flirting. Yeah, it’s called Mensa. Might give their non-verbal reasoning test a shot.

Just gotta show up and nod like I know what’s up. If you see me double-nod, schedule my reincarnation, please.

Me, Holmes, and Geometric Illusions

I’m just gonna head upstairs and do the dishes real quick. Then I’ll treat myself to some classic Sherlock Holmes. Yep, the 1954 and 1984 ones. Might even squeeze in a shape puzzle or two before I snooze.

I swear I was just eating toast. Why am I solving for X and ID’ing asteroids.

Started the day with toast and black coffee, mostly because of the rain. If it keeps going, tea’s next.  Guess the rain had me in a strange mood. Next thing I knew, I was knee-deep in a pile of grade 7 to 10 math and science books. I didn’t plan to, but I just kinda felt pulled toward this box of abandoned equations and science-y things. Funny thing is, while some folks collect validation, I collect textbooks.

Thursday’s scribble. ✍️

Kinda Like the Apple Falling

I don’t know what hit me, but I feel inspired. Wasn’t a feeling or anything, just kind of noticed my brain go from static to, like, full-on fireworks. Kinda funny, looking back, that school never lit any spark in me. I’d sit in class wondering if boredom could actually kill, and if so, how many times I’d already died and wished I’d stayed unconscious. Weirdly, I turn into a whole lightbulb when I learn on my own. Maybe that’s the part of Newton that pulls me in the most.

Every time I open my laptop, this image makes an entrance.

                

Just for Fun

After mixing up a jug of apple juice and tossing in some strawberries, now I’m just chillin’, drink in hand, reading Newton’s Philosophiæ Naturalis Principia Mathematica in Latin to play around with pronunciation. Classical Latin’s just been on and off for me, more of a light interest than serious study.

I’ve pretty much forgotten all the languages I tried learning on my own, but I don’t regret any of it. My brain does, but I don’t. So yeah, deleting half my memory was step one in finding my brain’s favorite flavor.

This Is What I Live For

My best friend’s like a walking library, basically a know-it-all, but I mean that in the nicest way. But flip the coin, and I’m the noisy recorder in the corner, throwing out “why, what, who, when, where” like it pays the bills. Just felt like scribbling down some thoughts today. Just brain burps, I guess. Probably because I’ve been bingeing all these rapid-fire street interviews online. I’ve watched way too many, I’m answering fake questions in the shower. 😂

Dearest lil’ genius, I Used to Avoid Math Like Veggies

Ugh okay, you win. You lit my math brain on fire. Well, guess what? I’ve got something fun brewing for you. Watch me flip science, especially physics, into a “bet you didn’t know that” kind of game, and we’ll race through geography, from countries to languages to cultures, like kids on a gummy bear hunt. Oh, and thanks for the chocolate cookies. I guess you’re my favorite again. Mwahaha!

The Versions I’ve Been

I: We barely talk. Whatever that’s supposed to mean these days. You know what I think now? Maybe I stopped writing because being alone didn’t drain me like opening up did. Maybe I’ll write again, maybe just so the noise inside has somewhere else to go. We shift just to keep going. Or to stop breaking, I guess. Some days I don’t even know if I’m drained or just at peace with the heaviness.

II: There was a time I got scolded for not knowing how to tell time. Now I can’t just say what time it is, because I end up explaining how the whole clock works. That’s how I process the world now. I didn’t exactly sit down one day and decide on a passion. It started with a simple question, “Why?” Then came “How?” And the more I asked, the less content I found in the answers given. So I filled in the gaps myself. I’d always thought that way, but I didn’t realize it until later.

 

III: Every now and then, I catch myself laughing, like why did I even like half the stuff I used to? Back then, I must’ve been picking things blindfolded. I mean, come on, who was I trying to be? A lost cast member from Romeo and Juliet?

The Happy Mess

Just in a Curious Headspace Tonight
Treated myself to some Chinese food earlier, then grabbed a waffle and dunked it straight into vanilla ice cream. Now I’m casually diving into the quirks of the human mind. And because I clearly don’t sleep on time… I’ll be playing around with a late-night Mandarin sesh, just enough to sauté my brain cells before I turn into a sleepy potato.

The Brainiac and The Goofball
Once or twice, I entertain the notion that someday someone will read my scribbles and be like, ‘Yo, smarty pants, I think we’re kindred spirits!’ Funny thing is, I actually found one in Harvard Law School. 

Maybe I wrote for someone to find me, but surprise, surprise, I ended up finding someone else instead. : )

Not Today, Sweetheart

I had the urge to write today, but my to-do list just laughed and waved at the 1,135 folders begging for attention. Each one’s a love letter to my inner nerd: educational content in science, math, and geography, general knowledge interviews, and whatever’s happening on Earth today. But my favorite? Observing the human psyche.

More next time. : )

My Brain Speaks in Symbols

This Is Pretty Much What My Brain Sounded Like as a Kid

You know, I never really had a favorite teacher. Teachers tried to teach me, but I had more questions than answers.

Books are kind of my default when something sparks my curiosity. Still, answers aren’t served on a silver platter, so I usually have to dig through a bunch of pages before it really clicks. Seems like I’m all about that brainstorming and puzzle-solving vibe.

Sometimes I feel like there’s a whole archive in my head, and I’m just wandering around with a flashlight.

Here’s the quirky twist: there’s a tiny brat of a guard inside my brain. It ditches logic and chases after whatever’s fun. The bratty brain’s motto: ‘Fun first, info later.’ Remembering stuff is like negotiating with a brat who’s just not in the mood.

There's also a watchful guard with a built-in drama radar, zapping the nonsense before it even shows up. It’s a pretty simple system: if it’s fun, the brat’s all in; if it’s heavy, the watchdog slams the gate.

The Evolved Pokémon Version of Me 🧬⚡

And now, decades later, with slightly better taste and the same curiosity…
let me tell you what I see.

You speak of teachers, but I see you were never looking for answers. You kinda dreamed of someone who’d geek out over space and trivia with you. You say books are your go-to. But I don’t think it’s books you love. You like the no-noise part, don’t you? You get to wonder, wander, and figure things out on your own terms.

If your mind feels like a maze, it’s ‘cause you weren’t made for shallow thinking. That flashlight? That’s your attention filter. A mental bouncer in shades going, ‘You? In. You? Nope.’

That brat and that guard? The brat is your Id. The guard is your Super-Ego. Psychiatrically, that’s your emotional regulation showing off with metaphors.

Beta Iya Talking to Her Upgraded Software

👧Hey, so… are we still obsessed with space stuff, or did we move on to overanalyzing human behavior?

🤖Both. We just learned the stars are easier to understand than people. The stars operate on predictable laws, like physics, chemistry, and astronomy. People, though? They believe things they’ve never bothered to question.