Insomnia. And thoughts that don't make sense

I can't sleep. Maybe because I am too busy thinking. That's why people shouldn't think. Insomnia is a direct result. I hope this blog doesn't get you thinking. It probably won't.  

I am going to be really lame here and reference another social networking site while blogging. Ew. At least I am still not using Twitter, so I think we're in the clear.  You may have noticed that facebook changed the layout of how you view photos. You, like me, may have also noticed that it is ridiculously annoying.  We got new tills at work this week. They are touch screen and all fancy like.  I hated the old tills because they only worked like half the time, but I hate the new tills even more because they are...new.  Then, while thinking about how much I hate all these new earth shattering changes that are being thrust upon me, I realized that I don't like change much at all. Funny.


Maybe no one likes change much at all. Maybe that's why the rich keep getting richer and the poor keep getting poorer. Maybe that's McDonalds has to spend months shoving propaganda down our throats that 'change is good' so that the general public wouldn't be outraged when they changed their nuggets from dark meat to white.  Maybe that's why I still work at second cup or why I don't like meeting new people.  Perhaps it's why people love to be a 'regular.'  Or why women have a hernia when grey hair appears.  Perhaps it is why people will stay in abusive relationships before risking venturing out on their own.


The thing I don't understand is that hating change so clearly seems to go against nature and everything our bodies are designed to do.  Take the seasons for example.  What would happen if they didn't change? Or our bodies... if our hair never grew or our skin never replaced itself... 
(you may notice that I am leaving these questions open ended... it's not because I am deep, but more so too lazy to think up a conclusion) 


When closing, it is key to link your explanation back to your thesis so as to make a strong point.

So why do we fight change? Why do we love being so dang comfortable?   I don't know, but it's probably the root of all evil or something.