On Being a Mammal and Making Noises

I’ve been thinking a lot about something that Doc said to me right before our group was up at the regionals for theĀ government and politics competition. It was something along the lines of: “Just remember that we’re a bunch of mammals, sitting in a room, making strange noises, and somehow deriving meaning from it.”

Doc’s right. He almost always is. Ever since I started my psych independent study, I’ve realized exactly how true that statement is. We are only animals. Animals who have big, complex brains that were able to organize those sounds into something we call language.

This notion gives me a lot of hope. Whenever I stand up to speak in Congress or somewhat impulsively audition for a play, what I say doesn’t really matter. The noises I’m making are essentially no more special than a cat’s meow.