Just One Moment, Frozen.

The way time works for someone like me is this: Fast, quick, and unnoticed. For a while now, it seemed like my life moved with me; so therefore nothing changed. My Mom was still younger than she looked, my Dad still had that too large belly, and my brother- although married- was just my brother.

Maybe it was because everything came in a pace, but sometimes when something throws you off, it really throws you off.

It was any other day, and it was cold out despite the fact that it was almost Summer. I exit my Grandmother's house, and walk towards the parking lot, where my Father's car is. As I'm walking I see my friend's mother walking out of the hall leading to the lot. I smile at her, and suddenly, running out of the hall behind her is her youngest son.

Now, my friend had moved here two years ago. He has a family of five: three boys, and one Mom. No Dad. Nothing. Well, when my friend had first moved here, the youngest son was just a baby- he couldn't even walk. This all registered as I watched this little human run by me, laughing gleefully.

And I realized at that moment, that a lot of time had passed. Two years had turned a baby who needed his mother to carry him to a little boy who could run around and see the world. For a minute, I just stood there, shocked.

I remembered all this stupid stuff that I never really remember until I'm sad. I remembered seeing my friend before he was my friend, when he was the new neighbor, and he was kneeling down and comforting his younger brother, who then was just a little boy. I thought about how that little boy was now in the fourth grade, and I thought about how my friend wasn’t as I thought of him then. He wasn’t kind and caring, he ditched class and did who knows what.

And I just stood there, and for the first time in who knows when, I just felt incredibly sad. I realized I was growing up. There was no Neverland, and no matter what I wouldn’t be able to imagine myself a meal in a few years. I wouldn’t be carefree, and the responsibilities that are already beginning to pile up are going to pile higher.

Eventually of course, I continued walking, feeling incredibly bittersweet. But now, when I think back to that one moment, that little boy rushing past, I just smile. It’s amazing what can trigger such a feeling, but it’s moments like that that really give me a reality check.

I'm feeling a bit nostalgic,

-Karma Police

Feedbacks can now be Acquired.

Hey.

We now have a feedback and questions email account.

If you have any feedback for our blog, questions you would like for us to answer, or comments about the blog, please send it to:

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We appreciate everyone's opinions to our blog. Hey, it's an opinion-blog. Get YOUR opinions to us! We might even write an article just for you...

K, thanks. Check back for more articles soon.

-the clam.

Time.

Get this- I react to what my friends write.

What Digital Delay talked about? It made me react.

We all have this thing, and it's called time. How we use it is up to us. Some of us use it wisely, some of us waste it away- but whatever the case it's there. And sometimes, like now we are aware of it.

Ever been asked what you'd do before you die? What you'd do if you died tomorrow?
Suddenly, it feels like you've wasted too much time sitting around on the computer, huh? It's time to go search out the one last thing you can do. That one last thing.

The thing about us human beings, is that we're spoiled. We think that since we're not pushing forty, we've still got a life to live. It's not even half over. Right? They put things off; they get embarrassed to sing in front of people.

What if we all lived life like we just didn't care who noticed?

Think about it;
Karma Police.

p.s. Anyone out there reading? If you are leave a comment.

POSTSECRET.

So posting with pictures is the new black. And I wanted to share this with you. I find it incredibly amazing how people can actually have the guts to write their deepest darkest secrets and send it in.

Actually, I take that back. I find it to seem therapeutic the way people are able to let all their feelings go in one post card. One little peace of heavyweight kind-of-like-cardboard thing.

This is short, since I'm dead tired and have many things to do this wonderful (not) week. Sorry for this excuse.


Tell me what you think about Postsecret. Tell me your deepest darkest secret you keep in the closet. Do you like to sing? Do you like to dance? Do you cheat on everyone you get with? Whatever it is, click anonymous and leave a line.

or leave it here.
Or you can just talk to me there.

SAVE THE WHALES.

Karma Police
p.s. These aren't MY postcards so you know...

February's Theme: "Introduction"

Whether it be an introduction to a book, an introduction to your life's purpose, or an introduction to a plain ol' blog like this, every 'intro' is the beginning of an adventure to come.

The Acquired Minds is part of that adventure.

From the very first real topic ("Peers: The Pressure is ON!") to the very last topic ("Greed and Need (AKA Money)"), this entire month has been a surreal adventure through what every human being is likely to be going through (or rather, will be going through).

Here's a review of all the major articles this month:

- Have a secret talent? Show it ("'I don't care about my Guilty Pleasure...' Oh, yeah RIGHT!")!

- There's a new fashion trend going around--wearing your shirt backwards ("Huh?").

- Don't know where your mother, sister, wife, etc. have gone? No need to starve--"Mother, where'd you put the prime steak?" has arrived!

- Ever wondered how to start a topic when you're hanging out with a special someone? Try "topic starters (& a bit of other things)".

- Who came up with the 'leap year' anyhow? Check out "I'd rather not leap, Julius."

- Last but not least--what in the world does the literal term Acquired Minds mean? Go to "Great Minds Think Alike?!"

That's about it. We hope you enjoyed February's collection of articles and posts. Cheers to many more uber articles to come (haha)!

-the clam.

Woah.

Welcome to Acquired Minds.
You've probably gotten to poking around a bit already.
So I'm probably a bit late to say "Greetings".
Let's just get started.



Woah. Who in the world named this blog "Acquired Minds" anyway?
What the heck does acquired even mean?
Hmm. Mr. Webster says:

Acquire-

ac·quire
(past and past participle ac·quired, present participle ac·quir·ing, 3rd person present singular ac·quires) vt

1. get something: to get or obtain possession of something

2. develop something: to learn or develop something

3. locate something by radar: to locate an object such as an aircraft or ship by the use of radar or other detector

So it's obviously not 3. That's for sure. Hah.
But this makes no sense. "To get or obtain" Minds??? "To develop" Minds???
Woah. I'M KONFUZED!
You probably already noticed that I'm not the brightest tool in the shed.
Did I say that right?
Oh well, who cares.



But moving on. . . . .
Get to know me.
No.
Get to know US.
What did Nathaniel Stanton say? That "there's nothing really special" about us? That "we're just ordinary people"?
Well, I'm sorry, but i must disagree!
Personally, i think we're PRETTY SPECIAL people.
I dont give a rat's ass about what YOU think, but in my defense, we're more that just ordinary. We're Pretty.Odd. We're Pretty.Normal. We're what makes "us".



I must find something to write about.
I could write about anything. Nothing. Something. EVERYTHING.
But what?
Why must all my co-authors be all serious?
*Gasp* Everyone has already started writing about something. Something meaningful, inspirational, and exciting. And here I am, just messin' around with absolutely nothing to talk about.
Hmm. I'll keep my options open.
But I know exactly what I should say now.
This is the conclusion of the Introduction of my part of this blog.
My very first blog, actually.
You know, sort of like, the end of the beginning, the beginning of the middle? Yeahhh.
And until next time, when I'll actually start ranting about something meaninful, exciting, and maybe (just maybe) inspirational.



*Peace Out*

- my.great.ESCAPE