The little time sucker machine

Wouldn’t we all just enjoy having a machine that rather gives us all that time back we missed or at least extent it at some point in our life?! I know, we are all in this together and so is the TV in our daily routine. It’s ridiculous how much time we spent watching seasons of new released episodes, or the latest premier of a two year old movie that’s on the freeTV stations for the first time. We stay up for that, don’t we and it technically it’s us. Yes! Time eats us! Not only for the fact that we wake up with dark circles around the eyes and have a bad day the night after because of the lack of sleep. No, there is far more to it, like the daily decisions we make, let them be big or small, the conversations we share, the presentations in front of a crowd that makes us cry for not finding the right words or many more examples that you can think of yourself. It all relates back to the little time sucker that controls us and who’s controlling that, have a thought yourself and comment if you like! My decision’s clear because who enforces the working hours and controls media with their laws? Right mother state?

Emotions? – Just another barrel of unceratinty

What do we know when we can’t even understand the apparent simplicity of our emotions? We have them but how are they controllable? Fear, anger, happiness, laughter, embarrasment, shame,… Where do they come from and how on earth is it even plausible to agree to their general description of some professors who go through a daily rollercoaster of feelings themselves? Everyone’s biased! ,even the judges who take on decisions from the way they woke up in the morning! And yes, we are only capable of distinguishing from a maximum amount of 32 different kinds of emotions at once. So what does that tell us?! We came that far that we are all individuals so why not differntiate our daily emotions into 6.8 billion ones. Let’s take a guess the next time we see someone on the street how they feel exactly?! And let’s take a guess how well anyone of us judges the strangers we pass who we cannot simply relate to.