Sunday, February 15, 2009
I Think...
...it's hilarious when people lash out for correcting them. I was having a nice conversation with my cousin when she spelled, 'call', 'kall'. I corrected her, and I s'pose it damaged her ego, because she cussed me out. For the sake of my schoolwork, I am a grammar nazi, and I can't stand it when people spell things wrong on purpose. I mean, I completely understand when people spell things like, 'text', 'txt', it's for the sake of preserving letter space, especially on a phone, but when people spell things like, 'hearts', 'heartz', I just want to beat them until they admit their mistake and correct it. I think it's a real sign of stupidity when the only "cool" thing they have to do is misspell words that I could type in my sleep.
Dreams...
I used to not dream at all... Now I can't stop. I dream about death, happiness, music, love....
The other night, I had a dream... I was an Otaku, or a gamer, and I played a video game for a couple of hours with this friend of mine. His mom called and bitched and he had to leave. The walls then morphed into a castle chamber. I was in a tower surrounded by clouds that you could walk on, and the friend was in the chamber with me. He told me that I had fallen morbidly ill, and that during my unconciousness, the castle was where I was to reside. It looked like a pretty sweet gig to me, so I didn't object, although I was a tad bit scared.
I s'pose I stayed unconcious for a couple of months, because I never left the castle. The friend showed me I could control the weather, by thinking of the weather pattern I wanted and then touching my right index finger to the cloud. The only catch was, if I didn't get off the cloud by the time that the weather pattern began, I would fall through the cloud and die.
It was pretty cool, and I enjoyed spending time with my friend, who never left my side. There was no hunger, and I had everything I needed in that one, spacey room.
Well, after the few months, my friend approached me with a serious look on his face and told me I had two options: one, I could go back down to the realm of the living, where I would still be sick, and be able to feel all of the pain that was in my body because I would be concious, or I could follow him into the sun and not have to feel hunger, sorrow, pain, or anything negative ever again.
I didn't know what to do. I guess by this time, I had fallen in love with the boy, and I didn't want to leave him, but I still wanted my family to be happy. I was sure they'd understand if I followed him out of love, but... I was scared. I didn't know what lay beyond the sun.... I tried to think of what it was and nothing came to mind... just black. I asked him if I could explain to my family the situation, and he told me that wasn't one of my options.
That's when I woke up. I still don't know whether I would've chosen to be in pain with my family or with my love for the rest of eternity....
The other night, I had a dream... I was an Otaku, or a gamer, and I played a video game for a couple of hours with this friend of mine. His mom called and bitched and he had to leave. The walls then morphed into a castle chamber. I was in a tower surrounded by clouds that you could walk on, and the friend was in the chamber with me. He told me that I had fallen morbidly ill, and that during my unconciousness, the castle was where I was to reside. It looked like a pretty sweet gig to me, so I didn't object, although I was a tad bit scared.
I s'pose I stayed unconcious for a couple of months, because I never left the castle. The friend showed me I could control the weather, by thinking of the weather pattern I wanted and then touching my right index finger to the cloud. The only catch was, if I didn't get off the cloud by the time that the weather pattern began, I would fall through the cloud and die.
It was pretty cool, and I enjoyed spending time with my friend, who never left my side. There was no hunger, and I had everything I needed in that one, spacey room.
Well, after the few months, my friend approached me with a serious look on his face and told me I had two options: one, I could go back down to the realm of the living, where I would still be sick, and be able to feel all of the pain that was in my body because I would be concious, or I could follow him into the sun and not have to feel hunger, sorrow, pain, or anything negative ever again.
I didn't know what to do. I guess by this time, I had fallen in love with the boy, and I didn't want to leave him, but I still wanted my family to be happy. I was sure they'd understand if I followed him out of love, but... I was scared. I didn't know what lay beyond the sun.... I tried to think of what it was and nothing came to mind... just black. I asked him if I could explain to my family the situation, and he told me that wasn't one of my options.
That's when I woke up. I still don't know whether I would've chosen to be in pain with my family or with my love for the rest of eternity....
It's Quite Amazing...
...how our thoughts are controlled by songs and music. We are bred to think like our parents, but somewhere along the line, music warps us. We become what society has shaped us into because of music. We explain ourselves with songs that have already been written. How... uninspired....
I find, that, if given the right amount of time, I can become quite... philosophical.
I was thinking, the other day, that if we hadn't seen and heard about other people's lives, we wouldn't complain about our own. My friend pointed out, though, that our lives that we never complain about could be horribly wrong. For instance, if someone had grown up being molested, but didn't realize it was wrong, they would come to look foward to it. It would become part of their daily routine. School and work are things we know is coming, and we've grown used to it. We may not like it, but we know we have to deal with it anyway... the same goes for the child that gets molested everyday because she doesn't know to go to anyone. Say, it was impertinant to complain about one's life.... Would one be frowned upon for trying to get away from said life?
People seem to pity those who don't quite meet the "good" standard. People who don't have brand name clothes, people who shop at Wal-mart, people who don't have much money. What does it take to be happy? I've often found it is not money, but the simple things, such as hanging out with friends, or being with animals, in my case. Playing a favorite instrument, listening to music (though I think I just contradicted myself), the small things that don't cost money.... Isn't that true happiness? Then again, who am I to say what happiness is?
I find, that, if given the right amount of time, I can become quite... philosophical.
I was thinking, the other day, that if we hadn't seen and heard about other people's lives, we wouldn't complain about our own. My friend pointed out, though, that our lives that we never complain about could be horribly wrong. For instance, if someone had grown up being molested, but didn't realize it was wrong, they would come to look foward to it. It would become part of their daily routine. School and work are things we know is coming, and we've grown used to it. We may not like it, but we know we have to deal with it anyway... the same goes for the child that gets molested everyday because she doesn't know to go to anyone. Say, it was impertinant to complain about one's life.... Would one be frowned upon for trying to get away from said life?
People seem to pity those who don't quite meet the "good" standard. People who don't have brand name clothes, people who shop at Wal-mart, people who don't have much money. What does it take to be happy? I've often found it is not money, but the simple things, such as hanging out with friends, or being with animals, in my case. Playing a favorite instrument, listening to music (though I think I just contradicted myself), the small things that don't cost money.... Isn't that true happiness? Then again, who am I to say what happiness is?
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