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The Big Bang Theory

When I first heard the news that Stephen Hawking was dead, it almost felt like a shockwave hit me. He was 96 years old.

steven hawking

He was the most incredible scientist the world has ever seen. Why? The answer is clear: he was something called an Astrophysicist. A scientist.

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An astrophysicist is a scientist that looks up into the stars. It doesn’t matter when, or where. The stars were mystifying at night. So beautiful, so many things to constantly count. Until one day, those stars went dark.

When Stephen Hawking was born, he was a visionary. Sure, the kids picked on him, called him a nerd. In fact, it didn’t bother him at all. For he had a dream in his head that he couldn’t stop seeing. When you dream, anything is possible in your head. You imagine things, daydream, and the ideas simply come to life.

I’m a writer. Not that it matters, but just like Stephen Hawking, I had a dream. One thing we have in common is that we are extremely shy people. You’ve seen those nerds before. Always wearing black, making ugly faces, but no one knew that someone out there was secretly, secretly judging them. Jealously? Hah! I think not.

Vision this Rock

pebble in hand

It’s just a harmless rock. Doesn’t really mean anything, right? Well, you were wrong. You’ve seen people skip rocks over the water. Skip, skip, skip. Bloop.

Skip, skip, skip, bloop.

Skip, skip, skip…


Well, that rock is out of the way. Certainly. It drops to the very floor, in a lake somewhere, far, far away. So far away, you’d never hear it.

Well, speaking of rocks…

Look at this Water


Drip. It’s harmless. Totally. Who doesn’t like a clean, refreshing, cool glass of water in the middle of a hot, hot day? It’s summer. I will not lie, some people enjoy the heat. It can be very relaxing, comforting, warmth. So warm. When you feel it in your chest, it’s like…the heat centers in the middle of your chest. Ah, that’s amazing.

Then here comes the sweat. Ugh. Sweaty, and it beads up right at your temples. It’s getting a lot warmer in here. Then, the beads of sweat slowly, not even realizing it, drips down your neck, perhaps into your collar bone. That’s how the body cools itself on such a hot day. Yes?

Sweating feels pretty good after a while. Not even realizing it, your body starts to cool off. If you’re right handed, you feel that sweat beading up at your right temple. Then, you kinda feel it on your left temple, and being left handed, you scratch it.

Well, while you’re keeping yourself busy, here’s something you didn’t notice: it’s getting a LOT warmer in here. It’s 100 degrees outside. You kinda feel like you’re going to die, but, that’s not true, so you tell yourself. Constantly.

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It’s like a shockwave has hit you. Let me tell you a tiny little detail about Steven Hawking: When he was daydreaming on such a hot day, he didn’t realize that in the middle of his forehead, something hit him. He was young. He didn’t realize it, but, as he was at the very top of the stairs in his own home, sleepwalking, he fell. Hit his head at the very bottom of the stairs.

It took a while. A very, very long time. So, what happened exactly?

He felt something called a shock wave. When you get shocked, you open your eyes, and you’re like: oh my god, what just happened? You feel something irritating you right at the center of your forehead. What is this, some kind of game? No.

You touch your forehead to scratch it for no reason. Silly.

He saw stars for a moment. He saw them. Then, lights out.

In the morning, more than likely, he found himself in the hospital. He wakes up, sees the doctors and nurses there, gently but sternly helping him. Little pinches in his arm to get blood. It already happened, it’s in the process of getting results. He doesn’t realize he’s awake, but he soundly goes back to sleep.

This is Lightning


You decide to watch a movie one day. You ask a friend. You kinda know what you want, but you ask them anyway. All this daydreaming has given you an idea. A very good idea in your brain. No one knows it, but it’s coming.

Your friend says: let’s watch horror! Huh? Are you serious?

Why, of course! I love a good thrill this early in the morning. You don’t want to, but, you get up when your friend calls, answer it, and you say okay. They pressure you to drive them. Okay, okay, okay. Sure, sure.

You go take your friend to the movies. Whether you like it or not, Steven Hawking and I were visionaries. Like, imaginary directors. No one knows it. It’s always in our minds. No idea, but we keep dreaming. Little stars. The stars become brighter. It’s almost magickal.

The movie is about to begin. The theatre goes dark. 1, 2, 3, ACTION!

You hear something wiggling at the very tips of your ears, and the movie begins with your eyes opening. This looks dumb. Remember that preview? You saw it so quick during television, turned up loud in the middle of the day without realizing it. You hear it, clicking. Now you’re getting interested.

You look closely. It’s a little terrifying, but the suspense is killing me. You see a dark room. Not enough light in there to see anything. You see a shadow. It’s pretty creepy. Very creepy. You see it, then, it’s gone.

All you see is any light you can find. Any light at all. Zip, zoom. Zip, and it’s gone.

The suspense is getting pretty wild. Too wild, but you’re so into the movie now that you can’t stop looking. Keep looking. I think I see something.

There. The light.

It’s so sparkly. So pretty. It’s quite amazing despite being in darkness for so long. Dark.

The electricity is flowing right through your body, making your heart race. It’s beating hard. Feel your chest.

You swallow. This cannot be good. Not good at all. No. No. You calm yourself in the suspense, but, you’re still looking, right?

The electricity sparkles. Woah. You feel your body and soul vibrating, but you don’t feel it yet. It goes extremely dark. You don’t realize it, but slowly, the suspense drowns you. You’re drowning.

You hear something, take a gasp. It’s too dark, and you take a deep breath. Even deeper. Even deeper than ever before. You think you’re getting some oxygen. Have a cigarette break, because this is getting good. You sit and listen. You think, but you listen.

Without a sound, it goes dark. What happened? Wait. The sound is gone too. It’s gone silent.


It’s quiet. Too quiet. You feel your chest vibrating. You kinda think it’s your phone for keeping it vibrating in your left pocket for so long. You feel it in your hip, but you don’t pay any mind to it. Watch it. Watch the movie.

The suspense is so much that you’re getting very scared. Hit the brakes! SCREEEEETCH!

You gasp. And it hits you. You scream!

You got spooked. It was a ghost, and your face was getting white for no reason. You thought you had a heart attack.

The spirit looks at you. Very menacingly. You shiver, the tingle going down your spine. If you’re a dog, you hide your tail between your legs. If you’re a cat, you back up, arch your back, hiss, and the prickliness irritates your back. The cat looks at you. You see a black cat. The green eyes look at you and it hisses. Dumb cat.

You swallow. You take a sip of your coke, and it’s over. It’s gone dark. You keep watching. You hear a screaming girl in the background, and a crow cawing. You hear it, but you don’t see it.

The suspense happens again, and it’s almost like a dark shadow comes to sit next to you. You think it’s just a guy sitting next to you, right? Yep. He sits pretty loudly, you feel the earth shaking. Boom.

As he sits, it hits you. The guy next to you sits down. Almost like a coincidence, a bright light smacks you in the eyes. What the…?

A very loud, male scream. You’re taken aback. Another jump-scare. One that leaves your knees bucking. You’re in your seat. Watching. You’re deeply afraid now.

A long beep from a heart monitor. It’s so loud and eerie that you can’t concentrate. The nurses and doctors rush over, Code Blue, to come revive there person. Ready?

CLEAR! ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ-SHOCK! It’s still no use! Revive him, revive him! ZAP! It’s not working doc, we’re losing him! Rubbing the metal together, he hears a loud beep, and ZAP!

Boop. A heartbeat. It stops. Beep, beep. Beep, beep, beep.

The heartbeat is there. The monitor dings, and after a nurse comes to verify by giving a quick nod to the doctor standing by in his white lab coat and check board, he looks at it himself, and confirms to the paramedic that the person is alive. He comes to investigate, looking at the man’s chest, presses his left hand to his chest, and checks the clock. He finds the pulse on his left neck.

15 seconds goes by. He’s alive. For now. Does quick math in his head.


young steven hawking

Stop the presses. It’s a headline on the news. At first you think, wait, who’s dead? Oh. Just some guy. The men who know him knows exactly who he is. He’s pretty young. He looks 24.


Christ. There’s nothing wrong with him. The dude’s paralyzed. The paramedic leaves, and the doctor already knows. He leaves the room with the nurses following behind him. Hawking was alone. He’s sick, alone…disease. Let’s leave. Viruses. No. Stop. Keep reading. Keep watching.

He’s paralyzed, sound asleep. Poor boy. Eh. Whatever happened, the doctor will fix it.

Breaking a sweat there? So. Gunshot to the head.

The man was killed. That’s the end of it, as far as the news says. Listen. Keep watching.

The sweat feels good. Amazing, even. Phew. Coffee sip, swallow. That was pretty interesting, gotta tell ya. What’s next?

Why was Steven Hawking paralyzed? Stay tuned. May Steven rest in peace.

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Continue reading “The Big Bang Theory”



There was this interesting post I remember reading, with a title that said something like “I can read your mind”.

It seemed a little silly. If anything, impossible. I mean, I am the only one that can read my own thoughts, right? (at least, I sure hope so).

In the post, the instructions said to add numbers in my head and do it as quickly as possible without thinking about it too much. Once I was done with one equation, I move onto the next. It went something like this:

What is 13+7? Some dots, then, what is 6+83? Dots in the middle. What is 14+32? 63+12? 89+19? 137+25?


“I’m guessing…red hammer?”


I was totally blown away. That was exactly what I thought of while doing math in my head (it was a little bit hard since arithmetic, in general, isn’t exactly my forté).

The trick itself is called “The Red Hammer Mind Trick“. Regardless, I became obsessed to know exactly how this form of wicked manipulation worked. There was no possible way some random internet user, who is probably thousands of miles away, could know what I was thinking about based off of some math. Preposterous.

After doing some quick Googling, the answer became clear. Well, sort of. There are apparently some theories floating around on how this trick works. One person says there is a book called “Thinking Fast and Slow” by Daniel Kahneman, where he talks about “two systems of thinking”, one that is primal, or by instinct, so it is quicker, and one that takes time, but is logical. Math urges us to think critically, kind of “distracting” that fast-acting part of your brain, and once the post asked for you to think quickly of something we all know–a color and a tool–it reactivated that part of your brain. A hammer is the most common tool we learn early-on, and red is a bright, noticeable color.

Makes a bit of sense, right?

Then there is a more concrete theory based on the actual post itself, where the physical dots separating the equations resemble nails on a wall, and how the sudden request to think of something is like a “hammer to the head”.

Sounds a bit gruesome. The first theory seems to be more concise.

You can’t specifically know what someone is thinking about. You can guess by facial expressions or certain body-language of others (which is something I love learning about). Or, just asking what a person is thinking about directly can sometimes work. Sometimes. That person can “grant” you that satisfaction of knowing what they think about; however, you cannot know what a person is thinking about all the time.

That’s why we have privacy.

Which brings up an interesting question: do we have the right to our own thoughts?

Of course we do.

Then again, there are these paranormal gurus called psychics. They don’t really read your mind as much as they try to predict your future. They make themselves appear to do so by asking questions such as, “have you recently had a loss in the family?” or “are you dealing with something you are afraid to tell someone else?” and other, rather vague yet emotionally-attached questions (honestly seems like a ploy to “accidentally” tell them your future plans or what you’re thinking about). There are plenty of people who have had losses in their family. Actually, everyone has. Along with deaths, everyone has problems in their lives.

Have you ever had a conversation with someone, and you seem to have so much in common it was almost eerie? It’s happened to me. And those with plenty in common tend to “tune in” to someone’s emotions often.

Other than at a paranormal or coincidental level, it’s the never-ending, innate human curiosity we have. After creating a bond with someone, it doesn’t take long to unconsciously pick up their vibes. It can turn into this obnoxious fume that emanates to you and others, especially if you live with them.

Some of us tend to make “mind-reading” into a bit of a problem, however. I’m sure you know someone like this: tends to give clues or hints rather than being direct with how they’re feeling, getting upset over minor provocations that they thought someone should’ve known about, yet the other party had absolutely no idea.

Here’s an example:

You are over a good friend’s’ house, and they recently had a baby. They allow you to hold their child, and you gently caress their tiny face. Aww, how sweet and cute they are.


Suddenly, they completely freak out and yell at you, shouting something like, “don’t touch my baby!” as they snatch their child from you. You’d be completely bewildered.

Later on, you find out that the baby’s face was particularly sensitive and broke out easily. How were you supposed to know? No one told you that the child’s face was unable to handle a simple touch. The friend expected you to be a mind-reader.

This form of passive-aggressiveness can happen anywhere. A boss may expect you to already know how to use a cash register, even after you’ve specifically told them during the interview that you have no experience working a register. Or, some grumpy passenger on a bus could shout at you just by sitting next to them, not telling you that it was reserved for a friend, but instead, they assume that you were being a creep.

Humans are silly little things, aren’t they?

Despite our paranoid minds, no one can tell what you want, or what you need, or how you are feeling just by thinking about it. There is such a thing as context, and making grand assumptions or jumping to conclusions only adds strain and confusion, even conflict. Leave past circumstances aside, as not everyone is the same based on personal experiences. Be open-minded. You never know how your actions can affect another person.

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