I was walking back from Uni this morning and suddenly got thinking about how sad it is that I have so many thoughts every day and yet never write them down. They pop into my head and then straight back out again. I wish there was some kind of recording device so that at the end of the day I could go back over all the thoughts I'd had and write some down, or expand on them.
I was thinking today about why it is that people are interested in different things. Are their brains actually made up differently or is it just a nuture thing. Why do I love literature and film and the gothic while my sister loves maths and science? Best not to get started on my brother though! He's a whole new can of worms!
