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anger gene was switched on and she was prone to anger.

On a grander scale, I wonder if every person in the world works this way. Do we do these things to
each other, good or bad, because we are genetically programmed to do so? We are designed to
react to a certain action? Someone starts yelling at you, and maybe your anger gene will turn on, or
maybe your fear gene will turn on. In some cases, because people are so ridiculous, maybe your
murder gene will turn on, simply because this person yelled at you. Now you have this murder
disease. This human species at work.

When I was younger, I loved God, right now, I don't really care for God, and I'm sure when I am
older, I will despise God.

Composition 1, Part 2

Chapter 11:
REALITY FROM FICTION

Years ago on a cold Saturday night, I had this dream. I was driving down this highway, no one else
was on this long stretch of road. To the left and right of me were city buildings showing off their
city's lights. For a while, I'm looking for something in the car while I'm driving. I check under the
passenger's seat, I check the glove box, I check under the driver's seat and I check the seats behind
me, but I can't find what I'm looking for.

Eventually I stop looking and I keep my eyes on the long stretch of road. Every once in a while I
look out my window to look at the buildings and their lights. Full city, empty road. After so long, it
becomes day and I find myself now driving down a road in the countryside, still no cars around me.

Soon after I feel the urge to use the bathroom, but there is nothing around. I pull over and I try to
figure out what I'm going to do. There are no trees around, just fields of grass. What if someone
drives by and sees me squatting down?

I figure I haven't seen anyone on the road so what are the chances someone will actually drive by
and see me. Then I figure even better, and decide to just use my car as a tree, if someone does drive
by they'll just see a parked car. Hopefully a cop doesn't come by. Before I go to do the deed, I look
at the book on my dashboard, it's titled "Psychosis." I debate whether I should take it with me to
read. I decide instead of reading I should just go without it and take the time to think.

Contrary to popular belief, most people don't take books or newspapers with them to the bathroom
to read while they use the bathroom. People probably just sit there and think about things. Things
they need to do, things they've done. The things that are going on in their life.

Sometimes I like to think people are more aware than they get credit for. A lot of the people I've
talked to, sometimes I think they are just completely ignorant of everything, completely unaware
of things that are happening in the world, but I know that in my mind they are not as ignorant of
anything as I think they are.

People don't talk nearly as much as they think, and I believe spending time to think is the gateway