I don't understand how genetics works. Like, why some genes are inherited and others aren't. How you and your brother and your sister can be so different. Or so alike. How, why.
I'm a religious person, so really, to me the only answer is that God decides. It's comforting, that thought. Because he made you the way He wanted. So, you can never be wrong, in that kind of sense. And I guess I'll never get the answer to the 'Why'. Why are people the way they are. Who knows.
This is what has been keeping me awake. It's 3 a.m. I'd told myself that I'd go to bed at like 1, and here I am, 2 hours later. You know what I could've done in those 2 hours? My like 20 page lab due on Tuesday, but no, I sat here. I'm not feeling the motivation. And although I'll be freaking out later, right now I just don't care.
I'm a firm believer that everything happens for a reason, and I guess I just have to trust in God for those kind of questionings.
So what did I do with my Sunday? I went to church, took some tylenol pm, then crashed for about 6 hours. What did you do with yours?