We are raised a certain way--to think a certain way, like certain types of media, even enjoy certain activities.
As I get older, I realize that that is only one layer to my personality. The adult version of myself is expanding to like whatever I want. My nature begins to take over and I add new things to my upbringing. My personality, my persona is becoming many-layered and I expand to be my own person.
I realize that it is normal and healthy to grow into yourself. For example, my mother loves historical fiction. I was raised with it and enjoy it as well, but I also really love fantasy. Harry Potter was one of my first brushes with this genre and now I love it to pieces.
It can be difficult for your family to understand your new found loves, but if there is mutual respect between you and them, you can nicely transition into being you. Your own person.
Thursday, March 24, 2016
Tuesday, March 22, 2016
Wikipedia Random Article Story
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During the 1998 Frankfurt Galaxy Season, I was attempting to kick off my writing career. In an attempt to better understand hardship and suffering for my novel about being stranded in the wilderness, I joined the 1959 Vuelta a España, a long cycling race. Unfortunately, while furiously pedaling up a hill, I kicked my shoe high. Really high. So high that I was forced to employ a positioning system to find it. While using the positioning system, I was so engrossed in finding my shoe that my shoe found me. Really hard. In the face.
I developed a horrible case of shoe-on-faceitis. The only way to way to cure this horrible condition was to travel to the Fayuan Temple in Bejing. There, through meditation and fasting, I was able to overcome this crippling disease.
After I recovered, I traveled back to the States to co-write a film called Williamsburg. Thanks to the money from this work, I was able to rent an apartment in New York.
At this point, I hit a rough patch in my career. The life of rock n' roll and hard drugs became appealing as a way to numb my sorrows. So I joined a band and eventually gained a small fan base. We were able to attend the Heineken Jammin' Festival in Milan, Italy. I felt a huge sense of accomplishment as our three fans semi-enthusiastically watched the performance. (Only because we emailed them the footage)
As many bands do, we broke up. In between jobs, I looked for a new interest to pursue. One day, I was eating cornflakes when I decided to do some research on cereal making. I became slightly obsessed, and discovered a lot of issues with the BBCH-scale, a cereal development scale. I presented my ideas to the heads of many well-known cereal companies. I was soon named Assistant to the Assistants of Quality Control. To summarize my duties, I checked each box of cereal for impurities.
But my life changed when I received a phone call from John Blanchard, a Canadian film producer. He said he loved my work in Williamsburg and wanted me to write for his new film: Love is Blind. It was a story about two blind lovers who suffer a series of mishaps and both die at the same time. My instructions were to make it "very Romeo and Juliet." Being so close to him while writing such a romantic film caused us to slowly fall in love.
We grew very close. I learned every little thing about him, including that he was particularly fond of a genus of sea snails called Melanella. He learned about my love of cereal.
It seemed like things couldn't be going better until John decided to move to Köklüce, Gerger after he said I was becoming "worryingly clingy and obsessive."
I was heartbroken. For days, I couldn't eat anything, not even cereal. I threw myself into my work, working on a another film called Walking Tall: Lone Justice. But even work could not break the monotony and listlessness of my current, John-less life.
But a ray of light shone through the dark clouds of my life. Architect Frank Mears hired me to write his biography. This time, someone else fell in love with me, not the other way around. He was quite elderly, but when I learned of his great fortune, I embraced his romantic pursuits. He loved me so much, he left me his estate and fortune over his son Philippe. When he died, I had millions at my disposal, along with his mansion. I quickly found myself another lover, Roman Șumchin. Roman played football for Moldovan.
Despite the fact that I was finally happy, Philippe decided he was unhappy that he received none of his father's wealth. One night, he kidnapped me and flew me to South Africa in my own private jet. He tied me to a tiny boat and pushed it into the Agulhas Current. Other than being a little annoyed, I was fine because Philippe couldn't tie knots to save his life. I waded back to shore and explained to the police what had happened. Philippe was arrested and I flew home to America.
At the present day, Roman and I live in our mansion with our two dogs and large library. We're pretty happy.
During the 1998 Frankfurt Galaxy Season, I was attempting to kick off my writing career. In an attempt to better understand hardship and suffering for my novel about being stranded in the wilderness, I joined the 1959 Vuelta a España, a long cycling race. Unfortunately, while furiously pedaling up a hill, I kicked my shoe high. Really high. So high that I was forced to employ a positioning system to find it. While using the positioning system, I was so engrossed in finding my shoe that my shoe found me. Really hard. In the face.
I developed a horrible case of shoe-on-faceitis. The only way to way to cure this horrible condition was to travel to the Fayuan Temple in Bejing. There, through meditation and fasting, I was able to overcome this crippling disease.
After I recovered, I traveled back to the States to co-write a film called Williamsburg. Thanks to the money from this work, I was able to rent an apartment in New York.
At this point, I hit a rough patch in my career. The life of rock n' roll and hard drugs became appealing as a way to numb my sorrows. So I joined a band and eventually gained a small fan base. We were able to attend the Heineken Jammin' Festival in Milan, Italy. I felt a huge sense of accomplishment as our three fans semi-enthusiastically watched the performance. (Only because we emailed them the footage)
As many bands do, we broke up. In between jobs, I looked for a new interest to pursue. One day, I was eating cornflakes when I decided to do some research on cereal making. I became slightly obsessed, and discovered a lot of issues with the BBCH-scale, a cereal development scale. I presented my ideas to the heads of many well-known cereal companies. I was soon named Assistant to the Assistants of Quality Control. To summarize my duties, I checked each box of cereal for impurities.
But my life changed when I received a phone call from John Blanchard, a Canadian film producer. He said he loved my work in Williamsburg and wanted me to write for his new film: Love is Blind. It was a story about two blind lovers who suffer a series of mishaps and both die at the same time. My instructions were to make it "very Romeo and Juliet." Being so close to him while writing such a romantic film caused us to slowly fall in love.
We grew very close. I learned every little thing about him, including that he was particularly fond of a genus of sea snails called Melanella. He learned about my love of cereal.
It seemed like things couldn't be going better until John decided to move to Köklüce, Gerger after he said I was becoming "worryingly clingy and obsessive."
I was heartbroken. For days, I couldn't eat anything, not even cereal. I threw myself into my work, working on a another film called Walking Tall: Lone Justice. But even work could not break the monotony and listlessness of my current, John-less life.
But a ray of light shone through the dark clouds of my life. Architect Frank Mears hired me to write his biography. This time, someone else fell in love with me, not the other way around. He was quite elderly, but when I learned of his great fortune, I embraced his romantic pursuits. He loved me so much, he left me his estate and fortune over his son Philippe. When he died, I had millions at my disposal, along with his mansion. I quickly found myself another lover, Roman Șumchin. Roman played football for Moldovan.
Despite the fact that I was finally happy, Philippe decided he was unhappy that he received none of his father's wealth. One night, he kidnapped me and flew me to South Africa in my own private jet. He tied me to a tiny boat and pushed it into the Agulhas Current. Other than being a little annoyed, I was fine because Philippe couldn't tie knots to save his life. I waded back to shore and explained to the police what had happened. Philippe was arrested and I flew home to America.
At the present day, Roman and I live in our mansion with our two dogs and large library. We're pretty happy.
Saturday, March 12, 2016
Between Worlds
Perhaps the phase of the moon, the absorption of the many ideas and emotions of my fellow-humans; but I only know that I sometimes find myself between worlds.
I care not for the mundane, for the tireless pursuit of trivial, worldly dreams. I am unsettled as I strive for a purpose far beyond this physical form.
I want more than this world can offer me; my life a hypothetical forest: endless and dense. Beyond the walls of trees is something more. I sense it, I clutch my compass near, yet cannot reach it.
It seems easy to settle for the pursuit of the hut a few feet beyond, for the castle several miles away. But I what I yearn for is so far away and the journey so difficult that I could sooner dip my feet in stardust.
Inside my head becomes a blur between reality and this idealized pursuit. But what kills me, what stabs me to my core is that the ideal is by definition unattainable.
If there is something beyond this fortress of trees, I cannot, and will not be able to reach it. Ever.
Never.
I care not for the mundane, for the tireless pursuit of trivial, worldly dreams. I am unsettled as I strive for a purpose far beyond this physical form.
I want more than this world can offer me; my life a hypothetical forest: endless and dense. Beyond the walls of trees is something more. I sense it, I clutch my compass near, yet cannot reach it.
It seems easy to settle for the pursuit of the hut a few feet beyond, for the castle several miles away. But I what I yearn for is so far away and the journey so difficult that I could sooner dip my feet in stardust.
Inside my head becomes a blur between reality and this idealized pursuit. But what kills me, what stabs me to my core is that the ideal is by definition unattainable.
If there is something beyond this fortress of trees, I cannot, and will not be able to reach it. Ever.
Never.
Saturday, March 5, 2016
In This Time
I have never seen a noble entity. Not in this life, or in the past ones. I wanted to see one so badly in the first few, but never did I ever see a noble entity. I've met near-noble entities, but their own desires always got in the way of true nobility. If I have never met one, would it be that they do not exist? I know I am not noble even though I am an entity. Entities are too caught up in their own lives to truly be noble. There have been plenty of honorable mentions throughout time though.
I still wish to meet a noble entity one day. Upon meeting one I would ask it all sorts of questions about nobility. I would ask about its current life and its past ones. Was it always noble? Or did it take an eternity to become noble? Perhaps I am still too young to understand my place in the grand scheme of the universe. What if I am the only entity to be? I must keep living through my lives until I become noble. I remember my past lives while I am passing from one to another, but while I am living them I only know my own self in the moment. I would remember meeting myself during a passing, wouldn't I?
If I am to become the noble entity I will meet, will I remember myself as being the non-noble entity that I met?
I think this through most every passing, but I am almost at my new life. I hope that I can strive for nobility this time. A human again.
I still wish to meet a noble entity one day. Upon meeting one I would ask it all sorts of questions about nobility. I would ask about its current life and its past ones. Was it always noble? Or did it take an eternity to become noble? Perhaps I am still too young to understand my place in the grand scheme of the universe. What if I am the only entity to be? I must keep living through my lives until I become noble. I remember my past lives while I am passing from one to another, but while I am living them I only know my own self in the moment. I would remember meeting myself during a passing, wouldn't I?
If I am to become the noble entity I will meet, will I remember myself as being the non-noble entity that I met?
I think this through most every passing, but I am almost at my new life. I hope that I can strive for nobility this time. A human again.
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