Q: How's life? A: Oh, swell! I just can't wait till 2012 when it's all over.
20:10
I've always been a superstitious person. This type of personality has tormented me through 3rd grade and left me with a habit of eluding most things that is horror, gory, and creepy (although not all; temptation is not to be taken likely).
Back when I was 8, I learned of the fact that one day, whether it be today, tomorrow, or everyday: someone dies. This has haunted me into thinking about what comes after death every time I came home from school while eating my meal before dinner. The various notions that ran through my head scared me and had almost driven me to seek salvation in 'God' (although my family was generally atheistic). Looking back, it's seems funny to think I would pray for the welfare of all who I know; thinking if I did, God wouldn't let anyone happen to those I'd pray for. But what of all the other strangers in the world? The selfishness of a brat cannot see such a thing when blinded by their own desire. Sooner or later, though, I grew up from sentiments concerning death because I have concluded that what comes after death, is nothing. Along with the physical body, the theoretical 'soul' will disperse into emptiness and what had not been achieved or recognize in the life time, will never be as though the particular individual had never existed.
Moving on later in my life, I've come to be distinguished as being someone who was awkward, weird, queer, or any other adjective that can be attributed to those words. Nonetheless it seems my unnatural nature started around the summer of 2nd grade. I guess that was the time of my life when I started developing a personality to fit with my new life style in a new borough. I sought attention like most by human nature and this drove me to do 'funny' things, including outrageous acts like talking to toilets. I am without doubt, an oh so lonely person :X
Superstition is a peeve for me. It sucks to have such a personality that can't even take horror movie commercials (they can influence my nightmares for up to two months!) Then there are time when one learns the cruel interrogation ways of the world and makes one think of them constantly as if teaching the person to become a psycho murderer. It's best not to think of such things.
It's hilarious how I want to be more charismatic so I can start and continue conversation as I once could. Rather, my eccentric personality had been destroyed through 8th grade and what was left from the erosion was nothing but negative behavior. Now all I can do is record these memories on a blog. I'd just decided to write something like this because I was reminded of how I can be when I was reunited with some old friends today... while waiting to buy some 'cheap' ice cream (31 cents per scoop @ Baskin-Robins). It was fun waiting on line.
Back when I was 8, I learned of the fact that one day, whether it be today, tomorrow, or everyday: someone dies. This has haunted me into thinking about what comes after death every time I came home from school while eating my meal before dinner. The various notions that ran through my head scared me and had almost driven me to seek salvation in 'God' (although my family was generally atheistic). Looking back, it's seems funny to think I would pray for the welfare of all who I know; thinking if I did, God wouldn't let anyone happen to those I'd pray for. But what of all the other strangers in the world? The selfishness of a brat cannot see such a thing when blinded by their own desire. Sooner or later, though, I grew up from sentiments concerning death because I have concluded that what comes after death, is nothing. Along with the physical body, the theoretical 'soul' will disperse into emptiness and what had not been achieved or recognize in the life time, will never be as though the particular individual had never existed.
Moving on later in my life, I've come to be distinguished as being someone who was awkward, weird, queer, or any other adjective that can be attributed to those words. Nonetheless it seems my unnatural nature started around the summer of 2nd grade. I guess that was the time of my life when I started developing a personality to fit with my new life style in a new borough. I sought attention like most by human nature and this drove me to do 'funny' things, including outrageous acts like talking to toilets. I am without doubt, an oh so lonely person :X
Superstition is a peeve for me. It sucks to have such a personality that can't even take horror movie commercials (they can influence my nightmares for up to two months!) Then there are time when one learns the cruel interrogation ways of the world and makes one think of them constantly as if teaching the person to become a psycho murderer. It's best not to think of such things.
It's hilarious how I want to be more charismatic so I can start and continue conversation as I once could. Rather, my eccentric personality had been destroyed through 8th grade and what was left from the erosion was nothing but negative behavior. Now all I can do is record these memories on a blog. I'd just decided to write something like this because I was reminded of how I can be when I was reunited with some old friends today... while waiting to buy some 'cheap' ice cream (31 cents per scoop @ Baskin-Robins). It was fun waiting on line.
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YOU FINALLY POSTED
IT HAS BEEN MORE THAN A MONTH :O
I'M LIKE WHERE DID CONNIE GO D;
man I use to be a supersitious person thinking about what will happen to people when we die and I still actually do think of it.
And we're all queer and weird people ever though we may not seem it
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