Security

After a long, long hiatus, I'm finally back on blogger and blogging. I blame the hiatus mostly on the fact that I wasn't inspired enough to create more thought-provoking posts or weird and strange dreams that seem to make no sense to me but might make sense to other people with more of a mind than I. That being said, let's dig into the title of this post. A little while ago, I'm going to say maybe two weeks ago, I was watching Michael Jackson videos which came from Weird AL parody videos of Michael Jackson videos, the curiosity of which stemmed from wanting to see how close to the source material the parodies were since that's what I think of parodies being and that's sort of what they generally are. I watched a particular video of his song "They don't care about us" and that got me to thinking just recently what the message of the song was. To me, it was clearly an oppression of human kind by human kind, as was said by the disclaimer in the beginning of the video that I had watched. Particularly, it got me to thinking that maybe the government tries or doesn't actually care about its people. I like to be optimistic and say that maybe governments and countries do care about their citizens, but have too much else to deal with outside the dangers of society. Take a problem like sexual assault for example. We all know it's bad and that sexual assault hurts everyone equally. Yes, men can get sexually assaulted too, it's not solely women. And if you're wanting me to call it "rape", I won't because I hate referring to sex crimes as "rape" since traditionally, rape meant stealing, and when it comes to sexual assaults, rape only sometimes, maybe often just steals a person's innocence or something along those lines, and I don't really like calling it its slang term because its slang, I'm a traditionalist, therefore, I don't care to use slang where it is not needed. Anyway, I read an article, a news article, rather about two women in India being sexually assaulted and then hung from a tree. The article explained the father of one of the victims demanding a federal investigation and that the police at first blew the reports of the girls being missing, because they were missing for a while before their bodies were found in such a morbid fashion. That got me to thinking too. Why on earth, was this not taken seriously? I'm sure in other countries, the law enforcement would have been on the case right as soon as it was reported, however, I also read in the article that sexual assault is very high in India, but that was just sexual assault. Yes, these two women were assaulted, but when they were reported missing, the authorities didn't get into action right away. Now, let's focus on another thing. Crime in other forms. Now, when it comes to the government and crime, the government seems largely intent on snuffing out or combating drug crimes and gang crimes. That's fairly decent, kudos to them, however, when it comes to crime, I believe that it would become much less frequent to nonexistent, and oh boy would that be a haven, if technology were to develop and extremely rapid response system. This would, unfortunately to some tinfoil wearing people, call for a system like the infamous Big Brother. Wherein, cameras would be implanted absolutely everywhere and that jazz. However, people would be upset, yes, because it would take away certain rights and violate privacy. But, bear in mind that in this fictitious, hypothetical rapid response system, that privacy would be sacrificed, yes, but also be benefited by a much greater security. Say, someone was shot in a street somewhere during a cold or warm evening or whatever, cameras would be filming it and while the criminal is running away, the sirens would already be in the person's earshot. In my opinion, I would gladly give up my privacy to be able to live in the comfort of knowing that my city is protecting me very well from these possible threats. I'd just be uncomfortable if there were even cameras in restrooms where I would be alleviating myself and there would be a camera or two on me. Not like that's suspicious or entertaining at all, really. It's just some schmuck taking a dump, what else is there to look at, the book I'd probably be reading? Unless Big Brother's into history, I doubt they'd find reading over my shoulder on the porcelain throne any entertaining or suspicious. When it comes to something like house fires or something of that sort, the cameras could catch what causes a fire to begin with and that would alert the fire department. To me, that would be a much better system than a fire alarm system. That's my opinion on governmental security, now let's talk about insecurities. The kinds that people want justified or seek help for. Like, say, insecurities about personal securities. That would be paranoia at its finest, yes, but I also read an article about a thing called the men's rights movement and how it's basically an internet thing contained in social media with dudes venting their insecurities and pointing fingers to feel justified. Psychologically, when you're insecure about someone or something, you point your dirty, greasy or cheeto-dusted finger at whatever it is you're insecure about and make that particular noun the bad guy and that makes you feel better. But it's not necessarily helping you in the long run. That's just making you kind of a jerk. Racism is another thing.It's an insecurity. When people find something wrong, by people, I mean racists, they point their fingers and blame the other races because that makes them feel special and everyone likes feeling special because it makes your problems came out form under you, like the fancy waiter being fancy in swiping a table cloth from a table while their stuff all over it and not sending the stuff into his face. But it doesn't help. I'm kind of getting off an a tangent and I may be kind of off the wall, but I'm out of practice so excuse me for that, princess. Anyway, long story short, security is necessary, the government can sometimes care and sometimes make it seem like it doesn't care, yadda yadda. Good day. Also, I don't like facebook anymore because I've become socially phobic so I'm no longer posting these updates to my facebook and I apologize. Once I get better and feeling like sifting through posts about how much happier people are than I am, I'm nto posting these to facebook.

Weird resort dream!

This morning I had a weird dream. Quite lengthy, but weird. It started out with me talking to my mother about whether or not she should accompany me for this trip. I said that I would go alone. A decision I would come to regret for this resort trip thing. So I went and then I found myself in a pool area. I was trying to do something there, I've no idea what, because i dived in then quickly swam back up, there was an instructor there for some reason, i don't know what and then I clung to this railing along the edge and walked along this little tiny edge all around the pool and then I got to a bunch of sort of submerged beach charis. they were all white and I was deciding on whether or not I should go and have a nice seat in one and then I saw two girls frequently looking at me and talking about me. Apparently I was rooming with them or rather was supposed to be and left their butts for another room all for my self. Apparently they had left their things in their room and decided to make me clean their entire room for them after they had acquired their things and left. How rude!
So I found myself cleaning an oddly ergonomically designed pink toilet with paper towels and junk and this is also where I figure out why the mean girls were talking about me the way they were. I saw myself grab a luggage bag from outside a room and heard a narration that said "Deciding not to room with the two girls, you picked up your belongings and got your own room. Maybe now you'll be able to enjoy the trip?" and then it came back to the toilet and then a bunch of people came in and got friendly with me while I barely said a word and just did what they wanted of me which was the whole shaking hands and pounding fists thing. Whatever, right, readers? And that's about all there is to my dream. Had I had my mother accompany me, she probably would have helped me in the pool thing and defended me when the two girls decided it was a good idea to treat a guy who wanted nothing to do with them like absolute crap because apparently i treated them like crap by deciding to have nothing about them.

So, long awaited, long overdue, hey this blog's back everyone! yeah, I decided that after waking up from a whole series of short dreams that I'd write this one down because it was the one I had just before waking up just now and decided i'd better share this thing since I hadn't updated in forever and a day.

Until the next time,

Yours Truly

Family Matters: Whether ya like it or not!

This post will be part of a three part weekend special I will be doing celebrating my finally writing again.
It will consist of Family opinion, my essay On the Human Mind and a special Q&A post.

I thought long and hard after college today about what my opinions are with proper families and crap. Thus, I came to the conclusion that I should probably say a little something about what my opinions are about family structures. So, in my opinion, a good family of human beings should consist of a mother, a father, and at the very least, one child. The said parents should both have good, paying jobs and both out of college and all that jazz. basically, responsible, working, mannerly adults. A family should consist of two parents to provide the roles of father and mother for the children they will have. I know there is a stupidly high divorce rate in this country because of many things, finances being one, probably. But honestly, if you can afford the get married and get divorced, why couldn't you afford to work with a spouse and have a family? Both parents should be fully invested in each other, so as to not divorce each other and break up a home and the children's childhoods, leading the broken down children to do bad things and any parent knows they don't want their kids doing bad, because then that makes the parent look bad too. I know, we're getting to the prospect of one parent families being a social norm and I was raised by my mother being my only parent and I really shouldn't wanna enforce a two-parent family if I was raised by my mother being my only parent and my grandmother being there as well. Still, I just feel like if people want babies, they have to wait until they get a college degree and a steady, good job and a partner that will stay with them in their home to also provide for the child. No running out of that deal, guys.....and gals....Point being, Family: mother, Father, Son, maybe Daughter, nay son and Daughter or Daughter and Daughter or heaven forbid a dozen whining children.

Seeya Saturday,

Yours Truly

Birthday blog: More on the individual soul(12/2/12

Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me. I am an adult. I'm turning twenty. I don't give a crap.
Hint: It would make a lot more sense if you sang it in the "birthday song tune"

Joking aside, today's blog will be more on the very theme of the very essay that opened the door to my philosophy. The individual spirit. This time, I'll attempt to make points on self-reliance, the theme and very essay that started everything for me.

Mr. Emerson's essay Self-Reliance, even as an excerpt was the catalyst that I needed to wake up from my slumber of talents and be able to find a means of exploiting them. Self-Reliance is the ability to depend on one's own self and to become independent in every sense of the word, at least to me. Ever since I've given up sexuality, I've deeply embraced the idea of being by myself and being truly independent. Being independent in my opinion is also the humorous inability to take crap from anybody, even if you're working for a company and you got a grouchy boss, you can't take crap from that person when you have the spirit of independence burning inside you.

Even though I say a lot about independence, I feel myself that I do not believe I can be independent from my mother just yet. I feel like I have a ways to go, even though today is my birthday and I'm turning twenty by the end of the night. That';s just me though, I believe that I'll be able to one day go out into the world and give it heck with all i got. I'll get myself a nice house and a nice life until I meet my grave in the distant future. I may never have children of my own or a legacy, but at least I'll have enjoyed life a successful-in-mind-and-spirit man.

I want you readers to keep on keeping on and keep doing what you are doing to become independent individuals. Never stoop so low as tyo put on a facade that isn't who you are. be yourself and no one else, only you can be you and others may make fun of you, but they're just jealous that you're yourself. Never give into pressure and keep being yourself, readers, that's the best advice I can give to anyone, even if they've heard thousands of times before me.

Never be anyone else but yourself,

Yours Truly

I took control of my dream

This blog post is being written just after I woke up from a most unusal dream, in which, i took control of it. Specifically, it's length.

It started with a weird game show host-looking guy telling an audience that if they do something, i actually forgot what it was, that they would a jetski and matching boat, runneruups would win twenty-five thousand dollars. I guess I undertook that contest as I then went to a random wrestling match where one of the wrestlers kept having flashbacks while he did his own thing. I was somehow able to see these flashbacks that were all flashbacks of his entire wrestling career apparently.

Shortly after that, I was on a street, it was dark and it looked really late at night. I'm guessing I was with a police officer because I was getting out of a polie cruiser with this police officer woman when an old time horse carriager drew past us. the carriage itself was all black and it was being pulled by a couple of all brown horses. There indeed was a rider, and I heard in my head the game show host from before saying that if I stole any one of the two vehicles near me, which I'm assuming he meant the buggy because there would be no way even in my dreams, I would steal a police car for fifty thousand dollars. not even for a hundred million either. So I just ran off straight ahead of me, leaving the scenery behind and suddenly I was in my home, apparently chasing one of my cats named Gizmo around for some odd reason.

I remember I felt myself smiling in my dream and I pushed back the drying machine and found a large pile of what appeared to be bright gray whatever, I'm assuming it's litter or something, I have no idea and I called to Gizmo and Gizmo jumped ight out of the pile and ran away so i gave him chase and then I saw running to my left was a police officer, what was a police officer doing phasing through my whole kitchen and why was I so distracted by this person? Then I was in a dark parking lot, it was leading out of some kind of place, I'm assuming it was a strip club because I had strip club in my mind for where I was right at that moment.

I was with two other men. A really tal musclebound dude and another guy around my height. We were apparently leaving the club or whatever place and getting ready to go to a very nice party, parked all alone in the parking lot that looked indoors, but was really surrounded by a whole building, I'd say, because I ran around it late, was a most unusual car. What was unusal about it was that it was a rainbow colored car. It was some type of sports car, but I'm not sure of what it was. Inside however were three fancy suits for the three of us and so we decided to put them on, when I heard a female's voice say "Stop! Don't get in that car!" And one of the guys told me to run and so I ran, almost right into the source of the voice as it seemed to get closer and teeling me to stop and so I quickly turned around and ran straight into the building, I appeared in a hallway that was filled with other people that dressed nice and everything, but despite having the idea that at that exact moment, I was running through a strip club, I thankfully didn't see any nude women or men anywhere and then I ran into a couple of lady nurses moving a patient on a table around. What was this doing in a strip club? I'd say this somehow led into my next segment.

I tried to quickly get around the two and I said "excuse me, I need to get through, I'm in a hurry" ad got around them, but I just find myself seated in a room, I was apparently seated on an exam table, I couldn't tell where I was, but the female voice I heard in the parking lot was connected to a redheaded woman that was now standing in front of me with my mother to her left in front of me as well. She told me my entire dream lasted perhaps two minutes. Okay. what they hay here lady, you're not supposed to track the length of my dream. and then I nodded and said with slowly slurred speech "yes, I'd say two minutes as well" and this is where I tok control of my dream. I felt as if I would wake up there at that moment, but I actually stayed within the confines of my dream, even as I started to feel my own body in the real world under my blanket, she was then asking me questions about previous dreams that I was consciously aware of and felt myself actually thinking back to those dreams as I answered them. I told her about my suspesce thriller series of dreams and then the top half of my vision suddenly tinted in a blue square and I tried to look down to ignore it, but then the whole dream clouded up and I slowly opened my own eyes.

One the consciousness of all animals

Today's post will be about universal consciousness. Which has actually been something I thought about since my philosophy class had a couple of lectures on computers and consciousness. Really invoked when someone said that animals are purely instinctive and nothing else and I came up with ideas to challenge that idea. What those ideas are, are seen here.

This post stemmed from the idea stated above, given that animals other than humans are purely instinctive creatures that lack any kind of free will. Sure, this may seem evident in animals that go on migrations to mate every year, but I am sure there at least some speck of some kind of freedom in these creatures.

You can watch a pet, a cat, pr dog and view how they go about things. Sure, they will want to do what they were originally bred for, but that does not mean that dogs will always be instinctively happy to see their owners or that cats will always instinctively want to claw up your furniture. As a budding philosopher. O have the belief that all animals have some kind of free will about them, even though it may not seem evident in them some of the time they are being studied. Going back on pets, when they are injured in some way, they will yell out in pain, just like a human would. Does this mean that it is instinctive? Perhaps. I know I would yell really loudly if I were a cat and had my tail stepped on.

However, it seems to me that animals are beginning to show that they do indeed have some kind of free will. like chimps or octopi. it has been documented that chimps now seek caves to hide in from the glaring sun, first signs of higher intelligence? Many scientists believe so, but I believe that this is some kind of sign of a free will. The only more thought-provoking one is the fact that chimps have been documented to use sticks as spears to hunt other animals in order to consume them. This should be a sign of free will, since it is not that they would instinctively want to hunt down other animals simply to devour their tasty flesh, they could always live on fruits and other things. I still believe this is free will here.

Also octopi. It has also been documented that octopi are beginning to learn the use of tools in the wild. There has been evidence shown that a wild octopus was seen carrying two coconut halves and racing back to its home in order to use the coconut halves in some way, probably for the instinctive use of taking cover from predators. Now the octopus that was seen doing this might not have even wanted to use this coconut. but it apparently developed some kind of thought that made it see that it was a good idea to try and use these things that were dropped to the bottom of the ocean floor somehow in some way. This is clearly free will to me. Maybe not to the rest of you, but I'd like to think so.

Short, sweet, to the point, just like how I like to make my arguments on things. This is quite simply my view on animals, but as the idea behind my blog title goes, I've written these ideas purely to share with others and how you, the reader perceives these views, is up to you.

 Let's see what I'll write about next,

Yours Truly

Life, expressions, journeys, roads, and the making of an individual

People always say their own things and have their own opinions about life. How it is dealt with, how it is perceived, and all of these other things that go into people's opinions. What most people seem to think from my observations is how life is essentially lived.
    What most people like to think of life as is some sort of journey or anything of those sorts such as the aforementioned journey. Others like to think of it as a sort of road, others like to think of it as an experience of sorts as well. I have also heard once of life being a dash. But a sprints, dashes, runs, journeys, roads, mountains, and hills aside, the real thing that life can be in my opinion is what one makes of their life. Life is not the journey or the destination, life is how one chooses to live. People will always have their opinions and their will always be people that agree with what you have to say and their will be people opposite that. How you choose to take these kinds of people and situations is rightfully how you choose to live.
    I'm not saying that what I'm writing here today is what life should be portrayed as and I most certainly can not say that I have found the meaning of life, because that is something that is actually a thing that one must answer themselves. Life doesn't really have a legitimate solid meaning. How one chooses to perceive their life is their answer to that question and there is simply no right or wrong answer. What you make of yourself today will be the you that you have chosen for tomorrow. Life will never be easy, there will always be the hard things and also the easy things as well. Life will have its fond memories and moments as well as its dark. This is why one must do what they can each day to make themselves feel at home in their world and to make others feel just as bright. You can live life with a smile on your face everyday until your face is frozen in that state, but it is really what you do to make yourself noticed in this wide world and what you do to express who you are among countless other people that really makes who you are. You can even live life in the facade of something that is completely not what you truly feel that you are.
     I can personally sit here all day and say how I have missed countless moments in life to make friends and be recognized and have warm and pleasant memories, many more than I have now at this moment in time, but the real point here is that I want you, the readers to feel that you are special. Even if you are down on your luck and feel that the very earth is against you in every way and even if others are making you feel sad, you just have to note that you have made yourself off to be a much person than at least I have shown to others. You had that certain ability to express who you truly are. You have made many friends while I only made so few of them and got to just learn the names of many others. You have had more fond memories than I have at least made for myself.
     Just don't think for a moment that I am an unhappy person, because I am at the very least at peace with myself. I know who I am, and I have only just learned how to express myself. I am just one person in a world of billions of human beings choking out other animals on a planet that has become far too crowded for humans.
   To end this all off, you make yourself the person that you are. Those close to you can only lay down the mold of you. Life is not a journey or a road or anything. Life is how you make yourself out to be. We must all try to live our lives as best as we can, because the time we have created as humans, waits for no one.

Live your life, not some one else's,

Yours Truly

My Future

To get something down after a long time of just simply not posting anything, I decided to dedicate this day's post to what I have in mind for my near future. Everyone who knows me at least past my name knows that I wish to go into college to major in philosophy. I did some thinking before about that and thought that it wasn't exactly good for me. I always thought of college as a form of schooling in which you can really take hold of your dreams and goals. I always thought of college as that big step toward the future you so desperately desire. However, from my harsher, more negative, modern point of view, college is really only there to give you a hand in getting a job since most good jobs require college degrees. Thus, I can chase my dreams in college all I want, but I'll only end up feeling sorry for myself once I have that degree in my hand and no job at all. I thought that I should choose majoring in something that is guaranteed to give me a job. However, I thought about that, and  came to the conclusion that majoring in something I very clearly wouldn't like just to earn a solid paycheck isn't going to fulfill my life once I have a steady job. The other problem with that is that I would more than likely flunk out of it anyway since everyone who knows me knows I'm terrible at math and science and math and science is what unfortunately earns most of the paychecks. After all that has been said, I'm just going to say that I am now back to square one, but this time with plenty of plans, how and whether or not to execute them is going to be the challenge from here.

Until then,

Yours Truly

The reason behind Brilliance

I wanted to write about the purpose and the whole meaning behind the essay Brilliance. It was originally written as a way to pep myself up during a time when I didn't feel like I was worth much as a philosopher and so I just spent the time writing it trying to just cope with myself and make myself feel worth something and nearing the end of it, I just wanted everyone I knew to read the essay and just think that they're worth something and that they're not alone and they can do so many great things if they really put their minds and efforts into it. Brilliance to me is just the sort of pep-talk essay and I enjoy that I can read it now and totally agree with everything I wrote their and during lunch time one day, I was reading my whole compilation book and I remember I got goosebumps down my back while reading it. I really feel like the words expressed in the essay can hit home in the readers who read it and if not, then those readers are just a bunch of heartless bums.

If anything, I rather like looking back on the effort that was originally put into the essay way back when in 2010. Hey that rhymed! Anyway, back in 2010, I'd say that was the year I really, really got into philosophy and that was the one and only year I was just an essay factory and all my early blog posts in 2010 could show that. Nowadays, I think of myself as just more of the thinker that I eventually became over the last two or three years since my epiphany. I may not write as much essays as I did back then, but I definitely evolved as a philosopher. I'm definitely a lot more knowledgeable and have grown to be a very wizened young man and I'm sure everyone who reads this blog can agree that I have become a very intellectual person since 2010. With all that said, I think I put down the purpose of that essay pretty well. I don't really know why i wanted to just suddenly write to my blog why I wrote any of my more recognizable essay, but yeah, there's that thing going for me right now. And with my terrible memory, i won't keep this up daily. Just like I wanted my daily thought recordings to be daily.

Until next time,

Yours Truly

The promise and goal I kept

And also fulfilled as it may seem...

Readers, I'm glad to announce that from a bit of research and such into my development and much hard work, I think I may be finally budding my way into opening up to the world. I find myself much more at ease with me peers than ever thought possible before, being able to laugh and make jokes with them and everything else you teenagers normally do. I promised myself at the beginning of the year that seemed like it wasn't all that long ago to learn how to open myself up and ready myself for socializing for my career and independence from my mother. It has shown in numerous ways throughout the year that I have been able to open up and speak with others. Granted, it is still a bit rough around the edges and I still stay silent for most of my days during the school hours, but hey, every diamond mined is rough around its edges before it can be cut and refined and so too must my social skills be that way.
I am so very pleased with the work I have done in trying to open up and I do thank the people in school that have offered to even help me in opening up and this has been a journey all my own. I can only hope that by June 15th, I can go to project graduation and have fun with my 2012 graduating class as we all will on that glorious day and not stick with my mother the entire time. I hope to leave Burlington City High school knowing that I have done something good for myself and having worked hard at a skill all humans develop over their lives that I have completely shunned after preschool. I want to go to BCC in the fall of 2012 and show my teachers that I am a good man of good virtue and a man who once was a shy bud of a flower that needed to open up and let its petals show and I wish to show everyone my petals and flaunt my true colors because it has always been a wish of mine to be able to laugh and carouse with my peers just as I have done so many years ago. I just wish that I had gotten the right kind of motivation to be able to train myself into opening up a lot sooner in my school career than I had done. It was also a reason that I originally wanted to join the Arrowhead because I felt that if I was going to reach out to my fellow students and the staff of the school, that was the only way I was going to do it, but now, I feel that I can be able to open up and not rely so heavily on Project: Evergreen as I have done the previous year when I first joined the newspaper to start the opinion piece.

I still feel I may have a ways to go, but way to go me,
Yours Truly

My thoughts

I guess since I'm a self-proclaimed philosopher, I should start blogging my daily thoughts throughout the day.
This day started off with trying to rework what I had through of the previous night and also trying to remember if I had a dream last night. Almost gave me a danged headache while I was getting dressed for school today. Then I watched the NC10 news with my brother the rest of the morning after breakfast and coffee. It was mostly hysterical and I had no thoughts during this time as he was making fun of the news crew, especially the female anchor who he said had a huge head and the male anchor who definitely had a huge nose. So after those jokes, we watched a human bobblehead doll and Pinnochio tell the morning news until the Today show came on at 7. Boy did I have a laugh after my brother figured out that the Today show crew perfectly resembled the news crew in family guys, for anyone who's watched Family Guy, you guys should probably know what I'm talking about.
During school, I thought about having afternoon treats with the cookies my specialty foods table packed away first period and what fun it would have been to share the cookies with my family so we can all enjoy them. Journalism class was probably the most interesting thought pattern. During Journalism, i was thinking about relations with the human race and how, if we took out certain things that affect us the most right now, how they would drastically change our daily lives as a whole. Such as paper money or religion(Be warned, I'm always thinking about how life might be different without religion). Then after first study hall, sixth period, I forgot my lunch box of cookies! Oh no! The horror, guys! It took me looking for my lunch box after my second study hall seventh period nap to figure out I had forgotten my lunchbox. No good thoughts after figuring out this dilemma, guys. It was all thoughts of how I'm such an idiot for leaving behind such delicious cookies and also of how to get them back and reclaim my lunch box. Sixth period study hall room door was locked after ninth period though. Dang nabbit!

So those were the day's thoughts. Join me next time for tomorrow's thoughts if I can remember to get them on here. At this point, in all honesty, I really need something to blog about on a daily basis.

The End

Readers, I have been hard at work revising my essay, Center of Man and let me tell you. The revisions have finally been completed. All that's left now, is to right the whole thing down on separate pieces of paper and then once that's done, I can get it onto this blog for you guys to read and enjoy. So far, it's been a wonderful journey of exploration. A lot of work has been put into the essay, I've done plenty of research on my various topics in order to back up my stances and I've cut down on dragging out the sentences in the original piece and extended the work from its original three page total to a full nine pages, front and back. It is going to be the greatest work i've ever written so far and I hope you all enjoy it as well when it's finally on the blog.

Until then,
Yours Truly

Existentialism and me

Lately, as in these past few months, I've been questioning the human thought process and questioning the human mind in general, so I thought that one day while in school I would look up philosophy on wikipedia again as I have done previously over 2 years ago and I found that existentialism, like transcendentalism, matched up with what I was starting to think of. Thus, I decided that since I already was moving more away from transcendentalism anyway even while still clinging to some of the wisdom left behind by Thoreau, I would take in existentialism as well and make a new philosophy to practice for myself. Earlier on, over the summer, I started to really break down the existence of God and any other deity and I read something about that idea, I can't remember where or what, but it was on that subject, anyway, it was the idea of Materialism. Materialism is quite interesting to me. It's the idea that everything that's present and real is actually real, while anything else like a deity or something that's intangible or anything like that, is not. Basically when it comes to a god, it does not exist no matter what, because it does not have any real origin.
Speaking of Gods, if I were to choose to believe in any sort of pantheon or god at all or whatever, my best pick would be the Egyptian pantheon of gods, since they actually have a credible origin. They said that all of their gods came from a star in the night sky, I can't remember which, but yes, the star they pointed out was in fact real, and nobody knew about that star until hundreds of years later, when someone finally had the common sense to look up and actually find the danged star in the night sky. Thus, Egyptians were right, Christians were wrong.... or maybe everyone else other than the Egyptians?
Moving on, about materialism, everything has to have an origin, OK, I believe that too, I'll take it and put in my pocket and forget about it next morning. With transcendentalism, materialism, and now existentialism, it could only mean one thing for me. I will coin eclecticism! Yes, a type of philosophy for the thinking ADD-sufferer. It should be something that holds core belief with the three aforementioned philosophies while totally agreeing that no idea about man, nature, or anything thereof, cannot be held credible until tangible evidence is brought up to prove it.

Make way for Eclecticism,

Yours Truly

Weid Dream

This morning, I had a weird dreamin which my brother, my friend Brian and myself were being bullied by a couple of chumps who had access to kerosene and apparently knew how to set things on fire since at one point, they came in on bikes trying to set us on fire. I was drenched in the kerosene but ended up high tailing it out of there, apparently narrowly avoiding becoming Roast Ryan. All three of us did apparently thanks to their poor aim.
A bit later, I decided I had had enough of them and decided to engage on the field of combat via sword fight. Thing is, I was evenly matched with the one who accepted my challenge by being smart enough to defend himself from getting clubbed with a large pipe. Finding we were evenly matched in our sword fighting prowess, I dropped my weapon and decided to book it. At which point I returned to my brother and Brian. The two of them suggested I go to the chumps and talk sports with them. Thus, I did and I got them engaged in a wonderful conversation about hockey.
I guess the moral of the story would be "Get into sports, someday it'll save your life" Onl my part, that's a rather terrible moral. And since when am I evenly matched in a sword fight in a dream? If anything, I should've clubbed the daylights out of the wimpy bully. Indeed, he was a wimpy bully, because he and the other chump looked like a couple of chumps I could have batted the heads off of with the giant pipe I had.

Still wondering about that sword fight,

Yours Truly

Lately

Lately I've been hard at work revising my essay Center of Man and it's coming along nicely. I'm sure, by the end of the essay, it will perhaps be longer, better written, and completely different. I'm planning on taking out the gem metaphors and probably using construction metaphors, since I thought those types of metaphors would be neater in this essay. I could probably get to work revising more of my essays in the future, but the way I'm actually revising this current essay is like cutting it out bit by bit and reworking it into a blueprint. it's a little weird of a way to revise an essay, i know this, i said that to myself the day I got started revising it, but whatever it takes, my most meaningful essay shall never again be a mockery of my writing skills!

As for my last blog entry, I know it sounded a little angry and to be honest, I was very angry with myself and with everything I have done while I was writing. Why I made a rant about human sexuality was just to vent my frustrations of sexual orientations out and I did kind of need something to angrily rant about and that was the first thing that came to mind since sexual orientation is a hugely unnecessary controversy in this country alone. The thing is, if you love someone or something, no one should be able to judge that, not even the law itself. Sure, pedophilia and bestiality are both weird ways to get your motors going, but still, if you love someone, love them. Just that you can't expect to hold a meaningful relationship with a parrot or a 5-year old kid. It's just impossible, really.

Later all,

Yours Truly

Here's what I think

Okay, I have to get this off my chest and right now at this very moment, I am very angry with myself. Apparently my writing does indeed suck and now I am very well aware of it. Now I am going to just say that I'm putting away the pen, hanging up the coat, putting it all away. I can see now that life as a philosopher will not be at all beneficial to me. The only way to make a way through this dank world is to make money anyway. The world does not need a positive change and it most certainly does not need me especially to hold its hand and guide it to a positive light. I'm no one as I am now well aware. My writing is literally laughable, I don't see anyone looking at my writing and saying 'Well gee, what have I been thinking about all my life? this guy's totally right, I want to shake his hand". No, instead, the real reaction is a laugh, a giggle, a sly smirk, a conniving grin and the phrase "Holy crap, is this guy for real? This sucks balls!" I know this is terrible, this entire blog's terrible and I started it thinking it could be a good hobby and it could be something fun for myself, but no, this has turned into a realization of my failures, my beloved philosophy compilation book ever pleasing masses of people will be for naught, ever hoping to inspire a younger generation mankind do do good will be for naught, ever making a way in this world and landing a place in literary history is impossible now since anyone can write a book except me.

As for human society, they're all full of themselves and stuck up. They're all saying things like 'homosexuality is an abomination' or 'incest is immoral and disgusting'. Well sex itself is disgusting, be it heterosexual, homosexual, between a man and a child, a woman and her son, a man and corpse or a woman and a freaking bull! Sex is entirely disgusting and any relationship stemming from or towards it should be viewed as disgusting. But it isn't. Society has told you all that homosexuality and all of that other stuff is disgusting, but sex that is meant for the creation of another life is the only beautiful thing in this world. Society has basically told us that we as humans should only ever be attracted to a very, very small part of the globe. In other words, men should only be attracted to women that are not of their own heritage, that are their age or at least within five or ten years of their own age and women should be attracted to men in the same way. you humans can't help but think this a lot of the time, this is why gay marriage is such a big issue in America, because society told you homosexuality was wrong and this and that, get over it. I would say religion, namely the monotheistic religions, also had a hand in the way society thinks but what do I care? My opinion is irrelevant. Religion is nothing more than a mental crutche that is completely unnecessary in this day and age. Bottom line here is: Sex itself is disgusting and humans need to accept the fact that they're all disgusting animals and can't help what they're attracted to and that it's not anyone else's business to correct these people of their nonexistent wrongs.

As for philosophy and transcendentalism, I'm still deeply fascinated by it and I do wish to continue my education after high school to learn more of it, but I just can't make it my life's work, bagging at a grocery store will apparently be my life's work.

There you have it, I'm just going to stop being hopeful and take everything and tell everything just exactly how it is, because no one wants to listen to my garbage.

Making progress

I've noticed something rather interesting over the past two days in school, readers. I think that somehow I may be making astounding progress in my reeducation. Yesterday I was able to convey a valid point during journalism class yesterday. Today I was able to joke around effortlessly with everyone there as well. I do not know if this is actual progress or what, but I feel that this may be a cause for slight celebration. A golf clap, if you will, readers? Yes, so this will probably be a short update on what is going on right now. Monday I will see if this is actual progress being made. If I go up to people and start talking to them without shaking up, it will definitely be progress and in great strides too.

Hoping for more progress,

Yours Truly

Crumbling America day 4: Also a change somewhere

On Body Piercings: How mutilating the body will destroy our nation.... Somehow

Piercings to me always looking like these individuals were making themselves out to be human pin cushions. To me, the amount of piercings on a person's body also told of the level of sanity within that said individual. Say for instance that a person were to have four piercings on each ear. I would say that person is possibly a little crazy. The position of a piercing also tells of the level of sanity to me too, if you have a piercing on your eyebrow, I'd get you a therapist, if you have seven piercings on your eye brow, I would check you into a mental hospital because at that point, i would be worried for your sanity. Also nose piercings are something I have always disliked. Something about me throws them off. In cartoons, I always thought a bull would be the only thing to have a nose piercing considering in the cartoons I'd watch that had bulls, they would be hulking beasts of brute strength and comically short tempered in my opinion. When I saw humans with nose piercings for the first time, I literally thought 'What's that person doing trying to be a bull?". Such was my younger, pre-transcendental mind. Then I found out about other piercings on the body and I was simply disgusted by this idea that people could get what appears to me to be a tiny point metal rod shoved through these parts of their bodies that don't need to be....bedazzled like a pair of jeans being handled by a clinically insane girl with a bedazzlement gun thingy whatever they're called...
Now, when it comes to the ear lobes being pierced just once on each side, that's fine to me, I respect earrings because they have always been around civilizations.....or at least that's what Hollywood says....I do not wish to research something as stupid as earrings in the ancient world. Aside from that, earrings to me can be pretty sometimes. As for lip piercings, do not get me started on those. For starters, they always looked to me like that person got the receiving end of an otherwise horrible fishing accident. Also, how could anyone hope to be able to kiss anyone with a pierced lip? As for tongue piercings, It always makes me squeamish to see them. I rather like my own tongue and I rather like tasting the things I like eating, and I also enjoy talking too, however rare that would be. However, my generation and other generations behind my generation seem to like the idea of mutilating their body with tiny metal pointy objects and that to me somehow spells doom for the nation. Imagine if you are employed by a lazy dour-looking person with his eyebrows lined with tiny rings, his ears bedazzled with pierces, a few lip piercings and maybe a nose and a tongue piercing, would you rather work for that man? I'd rather punch him in the face because I could not possibly stand to look at him directly or withstand the intense urges to punch him in the face however painful punching a face full of metal could be. Instead, I would rather be employed by a person whose pants were worn correctly and so on and so forth from personal image. This is unfortunately all I have for this blog update, but this one's a first for me.

A word from the writer:

This update's a first for me, considering the essay, Crumbling America is being changed to the more sophisticated sounding The Destruction of a Once Great Nation. With that said, the segment on body piercings was started last June nearing the end of the school year and was only one sentence in in my philosophy compilation book so the entire segment you've just read was entirely pulled from my mind so of course it was witty and clever this time around because I am usually witty and clever even though in this blog, I've probably never made it out that I was witty, clever and sarcastic. As for my piece on why I am so anti-social, that was an essay written clearly with being published to this blog in mind. You could come up to me at any point in time and even ask me to see the original essay in its hand written form and it will sure enough be all or mostly the same as in the blog. It's something I'd like to call, a DTB, Direct To Blog essay. Perhaps i will write more DTBs in the future? perhaps not, goodness knows what I have in store. I could probably assure you that The Destruction of a Once Great Nation day 5 will certainly be a DTB simply because I do not have any pens with erasable ink that I specifically wanted at the beginning of the school year because I insist on using pens with erasable ink to write in my philosophy compilation book and not pencil because my book is always being taken out and being put into my book bag and the pages are always being turned and somewhere, somehow, anything I have written with pencil lead, smears the pages and obscures the hand written text. Day 5 will also be my take on the rise in crime rate unless I go back and read my book and find that I was terribly out of place and may have skipped a couple sections and include those sections in the coming days.

I hope you liked it,

Yours Truly

Talking about philosophy

I wanted to let you readers in on other fields of philosophy that I knew about. Here are three others that I know about.

Physicalism

Dualism


Idealism

First of, physicalism is the sole idea that the mind is within the body and that it is physically in your brain, key word there, physical. Most of my ideas about the human mind come from this field of philosophy.

Second is dualism, the idea that the mind is in a completely separate realm from your body. This idea sort of goes in with the transcendentalists' beliefs. A transcendentalist believes that the mind transcends the human body and that it is more spiritual in nature. This isn't what I believe because of science even though I'm a transcendentalist by all other accounts so I can basically say I'm 95% transcendentalist.

Idealism. Idealism is the philosophy field in which it is solely based on ideas, no matter how far-fetched or how close to home they are. My first essay was based on the understandings and principles of idealism as I had called it an idealist essay before since I had not yet proclaimed myself to be a transcendentalist.

There you go readers. A little crash course on three fields of philosophy that I at least have the gist of. Feel free to look more into them on your own time, I encourage it. They're good stuff.

Later friends,

Yours Truly

Another wacky dream

I realize that this is quickly turning into my dream blog....

I took a nap about an hour ago, during that nap, I had a very strange dream. It started when I was leaving the high school, but I was very scoial, I said "Bye" to just everyone I saw. As I was leaving the school building and walking down a set of stairs, I became consciously aware of my dream. I was thinking to myself "Am I dreaming right now? Is this a continuation of the dream with the Asian killer?". Split second later, I'm in a guy's house, and I opened a door to this long room. The room was filled with shades of blue. And I remember smelling gas in the room. I knew it was gas because it smelled exactly like the gas used by the gas stoves in the culinary lab in the school. I was going through the room and I noticed that there was a group of people all sitting on the floor and their faces expressed fear. What I knew was that a man named Erik Richards was the owner of the house I was in and I was there to see him. Among the group was the man that was to be Erik Richards and my brother. They were hostages of a man as the end of the room, where my brother was sitting and he was sitting near the wall nearest the door and he had some sort of contraption that let off sparks and to his left, was a pipe thing that was leaking the gas and my brother told me to get down and that the man was Erik's brother and he was crazy. I knew I wasn't putting up with another hostage situation so I decided to crawl over to the guy and pull on the gas pipe thing and I remember how it felt sort of warm as well and it had that hard kind of plastic feel too it. Then I pulled on it, backed away, got up and booked to the door, opened it, got out and quickly closed the door behind me, I was snickering and for some reason I high tailed it out of a long hall way and screamed "Help! Fire!" as I was running and I got to a glass door that from what I could see, led to a wooden gate and I open the door and put my leg over the gate in an attempt to jump the gate, but I quickly debated whether or not to jump because I did not look over the gate to see how high it was, so I decided not to, then I remember casually going into a room where it had a huge TV that had something on, I could quite tell, but here was this young girl with a cat and so I said hell to her and she said "Hi" and introduced herself as Helen Richards, which it then clicked in my mind that this girl was Erik Richards' daughter, but what amazed me was that she knew that her father was trapped with his brother in another room of the building, and slowly being gassed alive. I don't even think she ever bothered making a telephone call to emergency services to get help either because she knew that her father was being held hostage in his own home because at the last moment of my dream, she told me "Erik... is burning" in the most nonchalant of tones I've ever heard and I was even petting the cat and noticing how soft its fur was. Then the dream just faded out like a film burning away and it got dark, then I woke up.

Why didn't Helen do anything? If the door was unlocked, why didn't everyone gang up and beat up Erik's brother and get out of there to have him arrested by the law enforcement? Why was I so easily able to socialize if I was consciously aware of myself during the dream? Did I make things worse by pulling on the gas pipe? Why did I yell like an idiot while snickering and running down that hallway? Why was I just casually talking to Helen Richards when she and I both could have gotten together to get help? Why was I even sensually aware in my dream? How was I able to feel everything around me so vividly and realistically?

I will never know. But that was one heck of a dream, readers.

Until next time everyone,

Yours Truly