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I just had the biggest, most passionate, most thoughtful, most open thoughts in my life just now. And I took the liberty of venting them all out for someone to read and think about for themselves.

Please, if you have any time at all to read this, please do. I've never been more open about my thoughts before. And I would really like you to be open with me, if you decide to leave any comments.

Also, as you read all of this, keep in mind I was telling this to someone, so imagine that I am telling this to you, the reader.



My perspective on people. On men, and why they are the way they are. Not as a stereotype but as a person.
They're all different, but the same in a way.
That the human mind isn't so complex. That it's all right there, yet it's not at the same time just because they are who they are and they are what they are.
Same for women.

It's really not that hard to love.
It just depends on what the other person can get you to do, get you to think.
Same for hate. Only hate is alot easier to get someone to do than it is to get someone love.


I've made about five men fall in love with me so far in my life. All over the internet.
Which leads me to think of something else..That's it's easier to love something you haven't seen in person because of society and the media and other elements like they teach you to think. Like what the perfect person should look like, for example. Thanks to the media.
It's just so much easier to type out what you want than it is to acctually say it.


And another thing I'm thinking about..What is it to be "different"? I mean the a true "difference" than the rest of the population. The way I see how other people look at being different is what they consider taboo


But to me, being different is enirely something else. The way you see things rather than the way you look at them. Not to judge, but to see the art in something or someone that others would consider imperfect. That you can make the most beautiful art out a mistake, you know?



Right now, I want to take all the imperfections in people and make them their best assests. I want to just rip the stereotypes apart to show people that they really are no different than one's self. I want to point out the imperfections in someone who points out the imperfections in another person to make themselves look better when in reality, they are no greater or lesser.


I think that's what the human race stives for, really. Each and every person strives to be the best, to be the one everyone listens to without question. To be what someone would consider perfect, or God perhaps
Maybe that's what God is, hm? Something that someone thinks how they want to be. So they praise that person or thing that they cannot and never will be.
But gives them hope to be a better person than what they really are.
That's pretty much what I learned when I went to church. We had "to strive to becoming nearer to God, and to become nearer to God we have to become perfect." Which to me is saying is that you have to become what your perspective of God is. Nobody has the same perspective of God, so there can't be just one God if everyone who believes "God" is real living thing.
Which is impossible to the perfect person which is like "God", so they use "God" as an example. To maybe be a person as close to your perspective of "God" as you can be.



What people refer to as a "soul" though..That's what confuses me the most. I really have no perspective on it, I'm not really sure if it would exist..Or just..Maybe the soul of someone is the true goodness or "godness" perhaps. Something that is indeed perfect about a person, but they are just unaware of it, even though they know of the term.
They're perfectly capable of being the perfect person, but it's impossible to be the perfect person because there are so many versions of "perfect". You can't be the perfect person because so many people want to see you as the perfect person. One of your glory's to look like a mistake to them, and to them, that rules you out as perfect.
Someone may think that a 'soul' is just something that is a figment in a mass population's mind.
Your conscience could just be your 'soul', the perfect side of you, telling you to be the good person, be the better person, be the godly person. And even if you did do the thing you did that your conscience tells you to do, it'll be wrong and ungodly to the person who doesn't get a benefit out of the entire thing. Again, making you imperfect.



And if you think about it, I bet one's conscience might tell you kill someone. But that's bad right? It might not be entirely wrong. If the person that someone killed for killed for a reason, it might have been a good reason. That person might have done something that was the lowest of low, and would make that person seem like they don't have a reason to live, that they deserve to die...For the better.

When to other people it's a wrong thing to kill someone. And that automatically makes the killer sick in the head, even though the other people would never truely understand the killer, and his reason..-because- scociety has seperated good from bad.



As what is good and what is bad. When really, in my opnion, there is no one or the other, it's just one big..something that has no name. THere's no evil in this world, there's no good in this world.
I think something happened that made man decidide what was good and was bad, something that wasn't in a bible, or written down, or even spoken of ever.



The world would be perfect if it wasn't for good and bad, wouldn't it?
Perfect is just perfect.
There would be no good or bad in "Perfect"

It would just be this thing. This something that that has no name.
Where everyone thinks the same, but has their own personalities, where everybody would treat others in a truely equal manner, even thought they were different. They would be able to recognize imprefect because they are perfect. And perhaps that is perfect itself. Nobody would be afraid of anything, but be comfortable with what the they think or feel without the fear of being judged.