ignoramus.

as we enter a modernized world of questioning and seeking answers, it seems like having no answer is no longer appropriate. it angers me, to see the medicalization of so many conditions. sure, i suppose it gives a sense of closure for parents to pin a name to the condition their child suffers from, or to put an individual at ease knowing that there is indeed a medical term for the discomfort or issues being faced. but there comes a point in time when terming all these issues goes overboard, everything needs a medical term. maybe thiefs and rapists and psychopaths all have an intrinsic issue. is being bad genetic??

being in this field and at the forefront of the up and coming information, piping hot about our genetics and what it means, it mortifies me that the lay people are grossly misinterpreting reports hot off the press. worse still, having claims twisted to fit something someone else would like you to believe. it mortifies me that normality is labelled as becoming rare because apparently there are more people with some sort of genetic condition than those without. keep searching for problems and you will always find something, whether it is significant or not is a issue for another day.

the problem with us humans is that we can never be satisfied. we want more. when we had darkness, we wanted light. when we had light in the form of fire, we wanted a permanent form of light. when we had light in the form of electricity and bulbs, we wanted something green. when we had solar energy, we wanted more. at the rate that we are questioning the genetic makeup, making new discoveries, and interpreting new findings, i dread to foresee what we would one day become.

we can never fully comprehend the complexity of the genetic code to which we were built, simply because we were created by something greater than our minds could comprehend. did you think a computer could one day decide it would build other computers because it knew all the codes within itself and within all other computers? it can't. because it was built by a brain far greater and way more intricate than it's own electronic insides.

urgh.