Bryn's Convicted Croutons

I don’t know how to start this post as nothing specific has roamed my mind as of lately. A sentence I thought of popped in my head before starting this blog. “The world is a vast place of unknown, always subject to discovery and speculation.“ Quite a cool sentence for a girl drinking tea from her bed at 2:17am 3/6/25. It is unnerving the amount of occurrences pass by through time without any of us noticing. The blissful ignorance of not knowing the lives of others around, it’s a touchy thing. As I grow older, encountering many minds in life has led me to discover that if I ever chose a power, reading minds wouldn't be one of them. Random, outrageous. As a power, it would be excruciating. Knowing the unknown of what shouldn’t be known seems to be breaking the rules of nature in itself. We don’t know when the cattle dies but it knows of its aches and pains. Insider trading in todays modern era if you think about it. The humane ignorance we all face and use unconsciously day to day ha...

          It is around that time of month as a woman and while going through those changes physically, there are also changes mentally but not as striking as the most common change. I've become so interested in "human things", not just our appearances and the way we walk or talk. By our mistakes. Today, 3/3/2025, I noticed the amount of times I've seen "mistakes". Misplaced items of mine, a broken headphone adapter cord of mine, a crooked poster in the union hallway, my tilted lampshade I accidentally knocked during my time throughout the day but had not noticed until I laid to rest. I discovered a newly found one today as I was showering. I bought a new soft exfoliating brush from Target, not inherently needing it I still purchased it along with a small white orchid and a hair mask, just to treat myself. I looked forward to showering today and as I was getting clean, exfoliating myself I saw the brush was missing a section of bristles, left out by the manu...

      Its hard becoming friends with people. Though I am an outright confident person, striking conversation in a populated setting being a Starbucks tears at me from the inside out. College being a vast and seemingly exciting point in life also has its most defiant urges to lock yourself in your room and avoid the variables of the world in general. Having a minute social life in person and a sizeable social life online between a few social media apps, I've discovered its hard to remember those you've talked to and as to who said what at times. Distinguishing voices and people at face value isn't hard, yet experiences of them seem to mash into, not to make you hungry, one big cheesy meat piled casserole. One where the crusts expands so much it touches the oven element due to its insane volume. I don't like it. I feel when I accidentally forget or mistake another experience for someone else's, it feels wrong. However I can't blame my mind at times for forget...

          My mind has been heavily occupied by the perception of love and the deep characteristics that seem to be missing in today's society. As I was driving, then walking through the condiment isle in a retail store, it seemed dead, as if walking through a garden or a park with a pond would be more eventful 3/1/25. Its the only way to put it, dormant. Exchanging words with the Goodwill sale associate at the checkout, "Putting up clothes, its hard. Really its hard y'know, lots to do." , I subtly relayed my struggle with retail as I have experience that arc of hell before. A simple, "I'm ready when you are. Don't worry, I understand. I've worked in retail.", seemed to have relieved the tension between customer and staff member interaction. The "customer face"... as people call it. Put on a smile and get through it, "blank" more days I said to myself during the last few days of my high school retail job. Instead of a real face...