Day 68.

No, this wasn’t posted on time because I’m having issues with the internet connection at my house. On the upside, my computer is now up and running almost seventy dollars later. According to the computer guy, there were two anti-virus softwares downloaded on my computer that were fighting each other and would freeze my computer every time it started. So I am just going to blame it all on Alex since he was the one who downloaded, I think, a second anti-virus. Yes, I totally asked him to do it and I love that kid too much to be mad at him for something that is really my fault… makes perfect sense, right? But I did have something I wanted to share. Have I told you that John Green is kind of amazing and one of my favorite authors? No, this is not going to be a nerdfighting geek fest. Though I am going to talk about his most recent book, Will Grayson, Will Grayson, which I am reading. But before I talk about that novel, I have to preface it with some Krista facts. I LOVE John Green, but in all the books of his I have read I get to a point where I wonder to myself, why am I reading this book. It isn’t going anywhere, I think, and I am not really enjoying it. Often times the only thing that gets me through those dry spells are the thoughts: I promised Caitlin I would read it, I paid good money for this book so I should read it, or I really have nothing better to do with my time.  And so I press on. Without fail, so far, I am rewarded with a moment where everything I have read, all the boring parts, instantly makes sense. I suddenly grasp a part of what the author is trying to communicate and the idea is so refreshing, something I had never quite thought about in the same way the author frames it. It is in those moments I realize that all the so called dry spells all add up to frame, create, and explore the idea that suddenly hits me like the tsunami that hit Japan. Oh, too soon?....my bad. Anyways, In WGWG, I have had two of those moments so far, both are relatively sentimental so please forgive me if I get sappy and/or do a horrible job of explaining myself. Semantics are wonderful to argue, but not my strong suite. According to the novel and its authors, there was a scientist who was trying to point out a flaw in a scientific paper that had been written in his time. The gist of it was, was that if you placed this cat in a box and then put electrons or some radioactive substance in the box, it would either kill the cat or not. And because one wouldn’t know if the cat was dead until you took the lid off the box, you would have a maybe dead cat. So essentially the cat would be in this purgatory of maybiness until the lid was taken off.  This of course makes no sense. But in the book, they were comparing it to life. Of how there are all these maybes and you never know until you take the lid off and see. I don’t know, the illustration hit home with me and made me feel better for taking the lid off of something I felt like I shouldn’t. The illustration was silly and was supposed to refute the scientific paper, because in actuality the cat would be dead before you took the lid off, or alive before you took the lid off—it wouldn’t wait in purgatory to live or die just waiting for a lid to be removed. And the whole while, as WGWG points out, there would be air in the box that would know if the cat was alive or dead, so essentially the whole universe would know if it lived or died, but the physicist doing the experiment wouldn’t. While opening the box, lifting the lid, trying that one thing, wouldn’t change the outcome; at least you would know the outcome instead of wondering for a while what would have happened if you hadn’t done it. So, I encourage you, lift the lids, and find out what happens. Life IS shorter all. I feel like this blog is long enough without the second part. But it had to do with friends and such and reminded me that I love my friends. I love those I didn’t choose and if I could choose, I would choose them now.