1) How many times does it take to rearrange your room until you can stand it for an entire month?
2) What is it about Obama that people (like my irate republican father) just cannot stand?
3) How you can spew racist jokes like a water fountain (you know, the ones that actually jump above the little water-guard thing) yet not be racist but completely accepting and tolerant?
4) Why people won't make themselves happy?
5) Why college teachers stress the due date for take-home tests to the point of failing yet give you complete mercy when you miss it?
6) How much traffic do you need before that damn AdSense gadget will pay off?
7) Why the human race has survived for this long.
8) A reason not to click on this link.
9) What it is about lists that make them so addictive to read?
10) Why relationships never fail to make people bipolar?
11) How one person can make your broken calculator turn on (What? No, I just loosened it!), yet when you go to turn it on two minutes later it refuses to work again?
12) Why I deleted my Facebook two months ago. Apparently I need it to promote my blog now.
13) Why there are billions of love songs in existence, specifically those tied around relationships gone badly.
14) Additionally why, despite there being so many relation"shit" songs, people STILL fall into the plainly obvious trap of heartbreak and dating idiocy.
Showing posts with label college. Show all posts
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Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Close Encounters Of The First Blog
So, here’s my first blog ever; I guess you could call it an event. I don’t have much to say really—cold feet, you could say.
So, you need to know a bit about me, right? Well, I’m not really sure If i have a medical problem but I’m pretty sure I’m borderline schizophrenic. But as of late I haven’t really gotten out much. Factors such as my ex-girlfriend, personal post-flunking out of college struggle and my never-ending depression haven’t particularly jumped my enthusiasm. As such no, I have not been able to pick myself up and become one of these “people” that our world is inhabited by. Though I wouldn’t know, really…it has always appeared that I just cannot put my actual personal self into perspective ever. Oh yeah, I’m ADHD, shaken with partial Autism and topped off with parents I don’t think I will ever understand. So seriously, take that to whatever extreme that little man-judge in your head carries you. However, if you are one of those who are ignorant to such things—you know who you are, please don’t go into that denial shit—then please, do everyone a favor and go do some Google searches. We’re people too.
Not that I ever patronize people, excluding myself—remember how I told you I can’t classify myself as a people? Honestly, half of my time is spent criticizing myself and the other half is spent reveling in the sweet results of his critical bouts; this actually ties in to one of my theories on the amygdala and the split-brain phenomena. What? Really though, I’m one of those guys who got a bit obsessed with certain chemicals in college and decided to go on a noble journey to figure out how to truly perceive the world and eventually be the one to save it and so got so embedded in neuroscience and psychology and Buddhism that he couldn’t let himself find a reason to hate anyone—even himself—because he always has a reason to accept everything any one does even if that reason is all people are treated as equally worthy of living.
E-mail me if you want more droning phrases wrought with timeless wisdom.
So as you gathered, I’m out on a great mission. Through all of my thinking and theories many teachers and others have referred to my apparent brilliance which I, shrugging off pride with abashment, have used purely to motivate my self and my thoughts, producing more apparent brilliance. It’s like the Circular Flow of Goods and Services, for those of you who know anything about economics. I’m not finding a whole lot here at the local community college but that doesn’t mean I have given up looking. So far a really cool psychology professor and a lot of people who don’t know what they’re doing here are all I’ve found. I’m mainly using this as an opportunity to get my feet on the solid, sane surface of Earth with definite plan to leapfrog over to another University—despite being a community college there is a bounty of transfer programs to nearly any school in the state. Where is my college, precisely? Lynchburg, Virginia, U.S. of A.—my current area of residence. But not for too much longer—I have a forest to move into and a whole lot of thinking and truths to settle and set into motion.
Okay, three body paragraphs isn’t bad. I’m glad I finally started blogging—I had wanted to do it during college last year but couldn’t get around to it. My second attempt I realized that it wasn’t as difficult as I imagined it. So seriously, if anyone here has an interest in blogging, a burden of angst they need to regurgitate or just plain enjoys writing I encourage you to try it, if only for a post or two. I’m sure some of you might be surprised how loud your voice resounds among the internet. Really—what have you got to lose?
So, you need to know a bit about me, right? Well, I’m not really sure If i have a medical problem but I’m pretty sure I’m borderline schizophrenic. But as of late I haven’t really gotten out much. Factors such as my ex-girlfriend, personal post-flunking out of college struggle and my never-ending depression haven’t particularly jumped my enthusiasm. As such no, I have not been able to pick myself up and become one of these “people” that our world is inhabited by. Though I wouldn’t know, really…it has always appeared that I just cannot put my actual personal self into perspective ever. Oh yeah, I’m ADHD, shaken with partial Autism and topped off with parents I don’t think I will ever understand. So seriously, take that to whatever extreme that little man-judge in your head carries you. However, if you are one of those who are ignorant to such things—you know who you are, please don’t go into that denial shit—then please, do everyone a favor and go do some Google searches. We’re people too.
Not that I ever patronize people, excluding myself—remember how I told you I can’t classify myself as a people? Honestly, half of my time is spent criticizing myself and the other half is spent reveling in the sweet results of his critical bouts; this actually ties in to one of my theories on the amygdala and the split-brain phenomena. What? Really though, I’m one of those guys who got a bit obsessed with certain chemicals in college and decided to go on a noble journey to figure out how to truly perceive the world and eventually be the one to save it and so got so embedded in neuroscience and psychology and Buddhism that he couldn’t let himself find a reason to hate anyone—even himself—because he always has a reason to accept everything any one does even if that reason is all people are treated as equally worthy of living.
E-mail me if you want more droning phrases wrought with timeless wisdom.
So as you gathered, I’m out on a great mission. Through all of my thinking and theories many teachers and others have referred to my apparent brilliance which I, shrugging off pride with abashment, have used purely to motivate my self and my thoughts, producing more apparent brilliance. It’s like the Circular Flow of Goods and Services, for those of you who know anything about economics. I’m not finding a whole lot here at the local community college but that doesn’t mean I have given up looking. So far a really cool psychology professor and a lot of people who don’t know what they’re doing here are all I’ve found. I’m mainly using this as an opportunity to get my feet on the solid, sane surface of Earth with definite plan to leapfrog over to another University—despite being a community college there is a bounty of transfer programs to nearly any school in the state. Where is my college, precisely? Lynchburg, Virginia, U.S. of A.—my current area of residence. But not for too much longer—I have a forest to move into and a whole lot of thinking and truths to settle and set into motion.
Okay, three body paragraphs isn’t bad. I’m glad I finally started blogging—I had wanted to do it during college last year but couldn’t get around to it. My second attempt I realized that it wasn’t as difficult as I imagined it. So seriously, if anyone here has an interest in blogging, a burden of angst they need to regurgitate or just plain enjoys writing I encourage you to try it, if only for a post or two. I’m sure some of you might be surprised how loud your voice resounds among the internet. Really—what have you got to lose?
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