My life is complex. Ok, all life is complex.
They used to have very little idea how viruses worked. There is a textbook in my lab from the 1950’s that mentions some scientists believing the chicken pox virus (then called varicella) was related somehow to the shingles virus (then called zoster). Today we know they are the same exact virus and we call it varicella-zoster.
Happy Birthday (the song) is considered some group’s property and is rarely sung on TV or in a movie because of the royalties. WTH?
And did you know when Pastel colors were developed pink was allocated for boys and blue for girls? Boys were to wear pink as a diminutive of red. Girls would wear blue which was seen as more dainty. Later the colors shifted, and now they’ve become imperatives in some people’s minds to the point where boys in pink are harassed. I’d just tell people I’m a time traveler.
Beliefs change once you are exposed to different ones. Once you see another view it all seems so different. Getting in someone else’s shoes is hard and even harder to guess about. My life is different than it used to be. I don’t know where it’s going. I can’t guess. I have been guessing wrong. Did I get bored and boring? I care about more stuff and maybe that makes me a better person. But seeing pain I’m trying to fix makes me sad and sadness can sometimes immobilize me. Am I just waiting for the next adventure to sweep me up again?