Witness

So I had this weird dream last night. I'm walking down the street through some neighborhood by myself, because supposedly my friend is going to meet me later. I'm walking, and all of a sudden there's a commotion. I glance to my right and see a guy and girl probably only a couple years older than me in a heated argument. As quickly as it starts the arguing escalates to assault, and the guy is hitting the girl. She tries to defend herself, but he is obviously more powerful. I don't know what to do, but before I know it I'm turning towards the couple. "Leave her alone! She doesn't deserve to be treated like that," I yell at the guy. He looks angry, and says something back before pulling out a gun. Panicked, I turn around and start running before my back feels funny. I think I've been shot, and the only thing I can think is to get on the ground and act like it. Hopefully the guy will leave me alone and my friend will see that I'm in trouble. But my friend doesn't find me. Actually, at this point, the dream turns weirder and doesn't really make sense. Anyway, when I woke up the dream made me think. When we witness something cruel, like teen dating abuse, shouldn't we do something? In my dream, if I had just walked by without saying anything, I would have felt horrible, even if it only lasted in my dream. It's worth it to use your voice in these situations, and I doubt something as extreme as getting shot at would happen. Even if it did, at least it would be from greatness.

Buttered bread is not fried chicken

Sometimes I just chill and wonder about things. For instance, why does hair just plop off our heads and lazily lay on clothes and the floor when it could just as easily be gathered into a weird little hairy-friend named Bob? Of course now I find a random hair on my shirt as I'm writing this. But I wonder about other things too. Like why every bizarre food tastes like chicken. Why? Does everyone imagine chicken when they're eating something weird? I also want to know why Tyra Banks thinks that buttered bread with salt and pepper tastes just like fried chicken. Because it so doesn't. It tastes like buttered bread with salt and pepper. And what's the deal with bedbugs? I keep hearing about them and all I know is they're tiny little freaks and they haven't gotten me. Sometimes wondering about random stuff is great because it can get an idea going, and then you work towards it, but other times not so much. For me, I get distracted effortlessly by my thoughts. Anyway, maybe I'll get answers to my questions. Hopefully. Otherwise I'll just keep thinking about everything...