Judgement

Judgement is a major pet peeve of mine. Everybody judges as well. It is usual. However, I will not accept anymore negative judgments to me. Judge not by my looks, judge not by my words, judge not by my actions. Please refrain from negativity to me, I've reached my limit. I find it irritable.

Judge me not by my looks, beauty is only truly skin deep. My horrendous looks have nothing to do with the challenges I've faced and the judgement I've received from it. I did not ask to be this way, it was nature that made me the way I look. Everywhere I go, I seem to be entitled as "that geeky little white boy". I absolutely hate it. Please refrain from calling me anything by the content of my looks. To me, it is immoral and that act shall be intolerable. People who judge me by my looks are truly the blind ones at the edge of a steep cliff. They know not their wrongs, they only judge by what they can see. In comparison to a blind man at the edge of a steep cliff. The blind man thinks there is surface in front off him, and he falls, not knowing what he has done wrong. I have trouble opening up at times and I myself do not like talking. So judge me by my true character and not by my pitiful face.

Judge me not by my words, we all have a right to say what we wish. The words I speak in essays and the reflections I write are of leisure and personal entertainment. I do not wish to say I am the best there is, I do not wish to compete with others. My words don't reflect me being the center of the universe, we are all the universe's center. If I wish to spread my messages because I wish to feel the joys of sharing my personal triumphs, I will share the words I've written. I can be criticized if I wish, but negativity strikes me down, not build me up. My words are my wisdom, my character, my soul and all of my triumphs put into text, if one can not find anything nice to say about my works, refrain from your critique at once! I don't like it at all. It breaks my heart like paper.

Judge not by my actions, I only do what I please. The old wise ones said actions speak louder than words and nowadays actions are but a whisper. People are judgmental only by looks and words as it may seem to myself. I wish not to express false claims from my body language. If my head shall come down upon the desk that's supported the student's work, I am either feeling ill in my stomach, waiting for work to come because I haven't received any or am waiting for more work or I may put my head to rest from feeling light headed and must have to clear my mind. I don't sleep at all in school, it is but an illusion and a faulty lie.

If judging me by my looks, words, and my actions continues to be judged as false and negative, refrain from looking at me, refrain from reading my words, and be gentle with me, I am not hard as stone, I am but a fragile little piece of paper.

I hope this gets through to you,

Yours Truly

Tracking progress

Progress on my new essay is going smooth and very well. I decided to split the entire essay is an essay filled with different segments that all explain the essay in full. So far, I've been able to complete the first segment which was a simple introduction to the topic and have started work on the psychological aspect of death. Like how it affects people, destabilizes mental health, how it is a fear, how it is unknown. Everything so far in a nutshell on that one. So far, I wish to add more to the psychology part, but I'm at a wall. I've continued work on it all through school! I also want to have many, many topics about death, so please leave a comment and make your suggestions. Just don't leave a comment on about anything I already went over with it.

Later,

Yours truly

Monday.....today

Today I've started the essay I promised. It went along very smoothly during lunch hour at the library, everything just poured out the way it always should. Usually takes lunch and Study Hall to even crank out the thesis to an essay. I guess "Slowly Dying" will be the smoothest essay I've ever written. I really almost forgot to post today's blog entry. The weekend was really bumpy and pot hole filled with blogging as was. I was wrapped in my other computer activities that I forgot most of the time. The weekend up until I was struck with the idea was just nothing but relaxing, calming my mind of academic skills and expanding more on my creative skills. Then after I was hit by the essay idea, it was all plan, plan, plan and play little. Maybe at the rate this essay is flowing, I will have it done in perhaps a week! Only time shall foresee and tell.

Until then,

Yours Truly

Deaths in all of us

Death is something that's been face for as long as history has been recorded. It's been a major part of Greek culture and mythology, its been a practice of the occult, it's shown in horror movies and stories and whatever, but the essay I will be working on when I get back to school three days from now just scares me.

When I think about it, I just say "Why?". Why must my mind have pushed me to think about this essay and draw out on it? Death is death. It's gruesome, terrifying, a fact. It's something I don't even want to enjoy, yet I am a fan of blood spill and gore myself, but death is death. It just happens.

I will try to write that essay and try not to draw out on it and make it a horror story. Lord knows we'd need another Edgar Allen Poe in the world...

Until then,

Yours Truly

Slowly dying

Earlier today, I was sitting on my couch, watching TV, I think it was a Biography special and no one else was home, my brother wasn't even up since he was in his room in a mini-coma. I was thinking about something and I could have swore it was a possible essay to put into my philosophy book. I thought "We are all slowly dying. Each year as we get older, we are slowly but surely dying. Each year brings us closer to death. Nature only quickens our time of dying by putting us under sickness, getting us injured in some way or whatever we do. We're all slowly dying." I do not know how or why I thought of writing an essay about people slowly dying with age and how it works, but I did. What I will truly write down, will be up to my conscious mind and what ever the heck comes out of it. Sometimes I even amaze myself with the things I can come up with.

Pondering the essay to come,

Yours Truly

The language we speak now

It used to be formal. The language we once spoke wasn't any slang or text or whatever. It was pure formal spoken word. Nowadays we are speaking as one could say, stupider. It will only get dumber. There is hip hop language which is as much fun to make fun of it, as it is hard to understand it. Then there is the coming introduction to text speak. Instead of saying whatever people are trying to say. They instead, say the text form of it. There are a few videos on YouTube with super nerds saying "luls" or "Ruffle" instead of just straight laughing at whatever it is that is making them laugh. This makes me sad to see how stupid and text and internet oriented the people around us and our language is getting. Sadly, it is as my mother had said it will be. It will only get worse. As the saying does go, "Mother is always right"

Pleading for formality in our language,

Yours Truly

Easter's post

Easter has always baffled me. It was originally a celebration to honor the Christian god Jesus Christ's resurrection. Now it is celebrated with easter eggs and an easter bunny. The historic routes to this tradition must be traced to children and keeping them entertained or giving them a holiday they could understand because Jesus Christ and resurrection might have been hard to compensate for children at young ages.

Until tomorrow cometh,

Yours Truly