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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2012 7:31 pm
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I'll start with a little about-me blurb.
I'm currently 18 19 years-of-age, a twin, a younger brother, a "homosexual", an aspiring revolutionary, and an amateur journalist.
I would consider myself a forward or outside thinker who perhaps is attempting to spur on some sort of counter-culture without the affliction of ignorance.
Generally speaking, I consider myself to be an introvert, but don't confuse that with being shy. I would define myself as charismatic, articulate, and intuitive. Others often include "wise" but I don't think I'd stretch it that far.
I do my damnedest to be understanding, accepting, educated, open-minded, and unbiased while continuing to formulate my own, ever changing, opinions.
What you'll find here, if you should decide to peep, are my attempts at sorting my thoughts out in some sort of logical and functional process.
Feel free to comment, judge, intrude, and question, but do be open-minded and respectful.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2012 7:43 pm
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My impulsiveness will be the death of me.
So for whatever illogical reason I decided to become an inline skater and as of recent decided to invest in some killer skates. As well I began to admire the talent and workings of Greg Mirzoyan (look him up), who is a phenomenal skater and is my inspiration to be reckless and free.
Anywhoodles, yesterday I received my skates in the post and was soooo excited to try them on. They looked great, fit like a dream, and I just couldn't wait to give them a go.
So today I drive on over to my friends house and we decide to go on an adventure that quickly turned into a debacle. After struggling to put on my skates in the grass, I finally managed them on and took my first steps onto the pavement. The instant my foot touched down on my friends driveway I fell flat on my a** like a massive helpless hippo dropped from a crane.
I'm fairly certain I bruised my tailbone for the gillionth time in my life and sitting, laying, squatting, bending over, are done with great difficult and twinges of pain.
Nevertheless, I'm determined to keep at it and luckily during our fiasco of a stroll I never once fell again, though looked like a total a** trying to relearn how to skate.
This is a common theme with me. I'm so ridiculously and irrationally impulsive and overshoot my abilities thinking I'll just excel at everything I try, even though my entire existence up until this point has proven me wrong.
Ugh. Sometimes I wish I were just more practical. Now I have to deal with this pain in my lower back and bum, which always seems to last for ages.
Bleh. This is a perfect representation of my life; an utter train-wreck.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2012 9:10 am
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2012 9:57 am
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2012 6:47 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2012 9:02 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2012 1:03 pm
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Delightfully sleezy.
I consider myself to be a very, VERY, sexual person. Sex is always on my mind and I never shy away from nudity or discussions on intercourse.
My openness with general sexuality is something that I get a lot of crap for, people often voicing that I have no filter, that I am far too vulgar.
I don't get it, though. I mean, I understand that not everyone perceives sexuality the same way I do but what's wrong with expressing my thoughts? If anything my intentions are to encourage others to feel more open but that's hardly ever the result.
I suppose a lot of my openness deals with the fact that I while I can only ever see myself marrying a man, I don't necessarily consider myself a homosexual. My distaste for labels, as I consider them to be limiters, has me express myself as nothing more than "sexual" as it is my belief that the prefixes are just a form of bondage in regards to our abilities to love. I do, however, maintain that asexuality would be the sole exception as the "a" expresses a lack of sexual drive.
I just wish that more people could be open about their sexuality and that others wouldn't be so repressive about it.
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2012 1:31 am
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Der Fluch des Pharao Delightfully sleezy.I consider myself to be a very, VERY, sexual person. Sex is always on my mind and I never shy away from nudity or discussions on intercourse.
My openness with general sexuality is something that I get a lot of crap for, people often voicing that I have no filter, that I am far too vulgar.
I don't get it, though. I mean, I understand that not everyone perceives sexuality the same way I do but what's wrong with expressing my thoughts? If anything my intentions are to encourage others to feel more open but that's hardly ever the result.
I suppose a lot of my openness deals with the fact that I while I can only ever see myself marrying a man, I don't necessarily consider myself a homosexual. My distaste for labels, as I consider them to be limiters, has me express myself as nothing more than "sexual" as it is my belief that the prefixes are just a form of bondage in regards to our abilities to love. I do, however, maintain that asexuality would be the sole exception as the "a" expresses a lack of sexual drive.
I just wish that more people could be open about their sexuality and that others wouldn't be so repressive about it. Seems to me that you are actually a deep thinker which make the whole "some people see me as vulgar" kinda funny, you have very nice beliefs, even if some people don't agree, others will so you know, don't mind them wink I do get the wanting people to be less repressive but, it is what it is sadly sad
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 10:50 am
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 11:28 am
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 10:07 am
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2012 7:01 pm
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Cultivating a sense of purpose.
I feel as though, in a way that all people do, I've lost a sense of my purpose in life.
Now I know that few to none ever actually know they're purpose in life. While I don't believe that my purpose is predestined or intended I should like to have some sort of concept for what I'm living for.
Today was my graduation open house and seeing all my family that came I sort of felt lost. They all seemed so pleased and content in their complacent lives, given most of them were 50 plus I can understand, but to see them all living similar lives, the life of a suburban home owner living off retirement or working low-end middle class jobs, I just found it unnerving.
I could never, absolutely never, live like any of these people. Not only do I become easily bored with my surroundings and the "daily grind" but I could never live half-assed. Perhaps these people had live fulfilling lives and were now receding into a quieter state of being but for whatever reason I don't agree with it.
I see myself fighting until the day I die. Fighting against injustice, fighting for purpose, fighting to enlighten others and eradicate ignorance. I don't desire to be someone who is famous or of any importance but I wish, I wish with all that I am, to lead some sort of revolution, to leave a mark on this world and die knowing I changed the course of our globe for the better.
However, it's difficult. It's difficult to narrow down exactly what I want to change, to revolutionize, and to even make it so others can grasp my irrational thoughts.
Perhaps one day, through my work as a hopeful video journalist, I can somehow make others see where I come from and where I wish to go, and maybe one day they'll follow me, or even blaze their own paths.
Maybe. One day. Someday.
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2012 5:02 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 8:44 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2012 1:11 pm
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