The hand that sneaks(a brownie)

I’ve always wondered, do brownies mean anything? Well obviously they do, they’re made out of real milk and eggs and what not. No, I mean do they really really mean something? Of course not! Then again maybe they do, just like everything means something. Or are these just the ravings of an obsessive-compulsive mind. Yeah, they probably are, but heck, who cares.

When I’m at a party or any other social gathering, the person serving a tray of brownies and those grabbing a piece have always intrigued me. I don’t like to categorize, and I’m sure people aren’t divided into groups either. But people have always fascinated me and I love not understanding a person. There’s a certain kind of mystery of not knowing a person entirely. I tend to get bored with people I understand. Funny, one might wonder if I have any close friends. I do, don’t worry. And besides, I don’t understand anyone completely, as much as we try, people will always be mysterious creatures we cannot truly understand, for they constantly evolve and change. I read a book on psychology which said that humans have certain schemas in their minds, where any new information either gets assimilated into already made categories or then, information they cannot place or identify with, causes their mind to create an entire new box full of information. Similarly, when people meet new people, what helps them through the entire process, is that they try to identify those they already know with those they are currently meeting. It makes things easier. In other words, it’s the way the mind works, because familiarity is an element which we thrive upon. Or is it?

I guess that’s partially true. I think a part of us just wants to label the person snatching the first brownie from the tray as greedy and crude, or the person who decides against the brownie as anorexic and weight-conscious. But, I think there is a part of us that wants to learn more. People aren’t as simple as bad or good and that’s what I love about them. There are so many parts to one person that it can take a life time to even remotely know someone. (All those husbands and wives or partners out there, I’m sorry) No, I’m kidding, of course you get to know a person to a certain extent after knowing them for a certain period of time. But the truth is humans are unpredictable,sometimes for better, other times for worse. That’s one thing I’ve discovered about myself, and others.

So, do we really want to label the hand that sneaks a brownie or two or is there more to a person?

I think there is.