My Name is Professor Mysterious!

Freak Lessons about the Emotional Spectrum

Soooo last time I talked we had eight students to have sat in on my hell of a class.

All of them are silent though... probably asleep or hopefully listening intently to my lesson.

ANYWAYS!

Love

Let me quote Davy Jones' lines from Pirates of the Caribbean III: At World's End

"Love. Such a dreadful bond, yet easily severed..."

That's true, you know... but during my times in different forms, in different lifespans, and in different times, I consider love as something required to fulfill my purpose in life. The definition of love is different among every individual living their lives.

One could say that love is a verb (an action word) that is expressed and felt.

Another would be that love is an adjective used to describe the intense feeling or emotion of adoration for someone you hold dear in your very heart.

For some people... it is just a word... nothing else... ... ... those hypocrites.

I love you with all my heart.

Why do they say that with their heart? Where did it originate from? Here in the contemporary world we are living in, The primitive... that's harsh... let me change it to... oh found it. The earliest minds of the humans when they are still discovering things and the like... they think that the heart is the center of all processes and not the brain. I mean... when they feel excited, the heart beats excitedly, when they feel fear, the heart reacts wildly, and when they experience tragedy, they instinctively place their hands on their chest... maybe that's where the word brokenhearted comes from. Of course, they haven't really discovered the human brain just yet. The part of the brain responsible for these kinds of emotions is... what they call in this world... or any other world... is the hypothalamus responsible for a lot of things in the body including emotions. However, the one center for emotions like love and fear is actually the thing that they call... the amygdala (an ancient heroine, not drugs, don't do drugs kids, in who are you kidding me).

How did we get to feel these kinds of feelings?

Removing myself from the average person of situation, this feelings are gifts from those we call... divine entities. Yeah right... anyway, believe it or not, I believe in those divine beings. I mean who doesn't?

"Uhm Aethist don't believe in anything... professor?"

DON'T QUESTION ME!!!

These are essences. These things are what gives meaning to existence. It gives you a reason to exist in this world, to love, to be happy, and to be just who you wanted to be, except if you are a bot or an AI or an NPC. Which reminds me... by the time you are reading this, the meme about NPCs are a current talk these days. It feels good that somebody realized what I've been feeling about.

Could there be somebody else like me over there? Someone who has experienced what my fictional character... (or is it?) is currently experiencing right now? Should they realize that they cannot wake up from their sleep, just like me? I hope I meet others like me... not that I have met others before. There are a few percentage of us in the world. We are self aware of these things.

Back to the main topic, Emotional Spectrum and those Essences...

Depression, let's face it. This is one of the most dangerous mental illnesses out there brought about by extreme feelings of sadness, regrets, and guilt. I wouldn't say that it is extreme... I'll say that this is irrational. Something that is not bound by what we people are accustomed to. It's one of those that killed me in my previous life... even my buddy Nicola died of it, just so you know. Nicola was a great man, but I have never seen his reincarnation yet. Maybe he's moved on after his next life right? Or maybe he is in another universe fulfilling his mission to bring about the ideal world one would wish for.

Aggression, this is what I am feeling as of the moment. I am angry that I cannot even discover what my true purpose is in life and as I continue to remember my past failures in life, I get tired and tired of living that I am thinking of just assimilating myself with the unawares of the world. Of course, it hurts that you are awake while you asleep, right? My life right now, after the fact that I suffered the aneurysm that brought about a near closure to this life and had my memories of this life's childhood taken away from me is devastating. I am angry that I might end up failing this mission again and wake up in another world with the same outcome.

Bliss, this is something that I have always wanted to achieve. Extreme happiness and fulfillment. Some people would say that this is found in pretty simple things that you do that makes you extremely happy (not talking about your fetishes here... move along). I guess... this is just my opinion as your lecturer, but trust me, this life is not worth living for anymore.

There's this thing with Japanese comics (MANGA) with titles like: Summoned to Another World, Reincarnated in Another World, Transported to Another World, and Arrived from Another World. These good people have it in them, the capability making sure that people will somehow wake up knowing that they are trapped in this world in their never ending sleep. The minds of the people nowadays is focus towards the automatic thing of making through the day without any problems. I'm not referring to just the poor, but also with the middle-class and the rich.

I fell in love once, in a previous life... in another world. It is uh... with this woman. She is average looking, not your brightest of bunch and just another unaware. She was aware of my self-awareness but she didn't mind though even if I am different from the eyes of others, she just loved me. Her caring attitude and her kindness brought me to my knees and ask her to marry me.

I can finally describe Love now. Love is one of the greatest things created in the universe, but this thing is so precious and so brittle that if you make a mistake, it will easily crack and crumble down. However, don't lose hope because if you make a mistake... there is always a chance to mend it back.

Forgiving and Forgetting.

It is one of the hardest things, mortals like us have in common, TO FORGIVE. Don't mind about forgetting... a mistake can never be forgotten. Who in their right mind would forget a mistake they've done or done to them? If you don't want the mistake repeating on you, remember that mistake and make sure that it will never happen again. Remember this, HISTORY REPEATS ITSELF. But to forgive... oh no-no-no... that is one of the hardest things to do. With the concept of jokes and pranks... PLEASE DO REMEMBER that a joke or a prank is HALF MEANT... AND ALWAYS 75% of the time MEANT. They want to do it to you, but for fun... so it is a joke, but what if it goes too far. farther than the eyes of the flat-earthers out there?

Compatibility

Pick your friends wisely or they will lead you to your downfall. I have friends, only a few... the others... they are hypocrites. And still with these friends, there are only a few of them living right now that I would be saying that they are compatible with me. Compatibility means... even though you have differences, you will always agree on something the two of you treasure the most. You have your own demons that others do not have.

There is this friend of mine... who isn't into fantasy books and stuff. It so happens that I tried to introduce to her a good fantasy novel. I was happy... she was not. She respectfully rejected that work. I was disappointed not because she disapproved of it. I was disappointed that her point of view with these things called fiction... she thinks that they are too childish for her. REALLY NOW? When you watch a movie, isn't that fiction? Even if it is based on a true story, doesn't mean the events shown truly happened. Well except for documentaries... they are real... unless it was scripted... which sucks in my opinion. Anyway, I'm still friends with her... however... she is an incompatible friend. You could say using the f*******: thing that she is just an acquaintance or she is a friend... of a friend... of a friend...

Too many emotions... too little time to explain... I can make a part two. Using Fear and others in the emotional spectrum. We are delving into the psychological aspects of mortality and going through the boundaries between real and unreal. I'm still scratching the surface... preparing you readers into a wilder and more complex stuff that would follow.

Do you have a topic on your mind? Something deep and taboo? I can discuss those, unhinged and unfiltered. The right to speak and write what you think is not forbidden. Ignore these cultural beliefs, religions and races blocking as to be the human we ought to become. Join me in my lessons as we discuss darker stuff that not even your mom with me last night couldn't even compare.

Until next time, this is your Professor Mysterious! Goodbye!