“I am here to inquisition a requisition in consideration of provisions of the nth division.”
It depends. What do you define as right? What do you define as wrong? In a universe of uncertainty with an origin from nothingness, where nothing is set in stone and the only thing certain is a fool’s complacency, are we really the ones to be imposing our baseless conjectures of a code of moral conduct upon beings whose lack of merit is just as equal as our own?
Is it within your code of conduct to impose your random, subjective beliefs and judgments upon others? What is ‘right’ about that?
I haven’t made a post in awhile. Not really much to say, I guess.
I haven’t been doing much lately. The highlight of these last 2 weeks is my broken earbuds.
The deterioration of this product started a few weeks ago. Mysteriously, the iPod remote failed. Days later, the left channel stopped working. These aren’t cheap earbuds, either. The website sells them for $40, and Wal-Mart, the store I bought them from, sells them for about $50. Sadly, I haven’t owned these for long at all, and this isn’t the first time it’s happened.
About 4 months ago, I bought these. A few days ago, they failed. A few days before I bought these, a previous pair owned for about 4 months failed as well, in the same manner as the second pair.
I recommend these earbuds to anyone. Apple’s earphones make my ears sore, but these are very comfortable and have great quality. If only they fixed this deterioration issue.
The inner perspicacity: a becoming intensity, a developing mien, a necessity of concatenation.
I turn up the volume on my earbuds and diminish my hearing. I’ve got to drown out my thoughts. I’ve got to stop my mind from wandering.
It’s the closest I can get to sustaining apathy.
I’ve never learned to be an organized writer, or an organized anything for that matter. There’s probably a set of rules I should be following, but I tend to dance around what I’m not sure about. Somehow, though, even though I lack that organization, I manage(Or at least, I hope I do.).
I recently took a bold utensil to my skin and carved in a message that I hope will leave a lasting impression on me. I picked up a sharpie and wrote on both of my hands, inside and outside of the palms, the word “Awake”. I did this hoping to induce or encourage lucid dreams. I haven’t had a lucid dream in awhile now, and the last few I had were amazing. Hopefully this will encourage me to take up a healthier sleeping schedule as well; <6 hours of sleep a night doesn’t do me well, but I manage.
It seems like the greatest things that could happen already have. The good times are in the past, and the present day just doesn’t seem right. In this day and age, society and life as a whole seem to be in an inescapable downward spiral. All great things come to an end. Paranoia sets in when the good things finally come around — “When will it end?” — fear of the inescapable controls us every day. It’s unfair. It’s life.
Photography. It’s not an art. It never has been. It never will be. The Merriam-Webster dictionary defines art as:
Because photography is a mechanical process and requires neither a fine skill, nor the conscious use of skill or creative imagination, it is not an art. Photography is a mechanical process, capturing a moment, not creating a moment or anything at all. Do not ever refer to it as an art. It’s button mashing and lens pointing.
I’m a horrible procrastinator. Inside of me runs the blood of an average O- person, not a magical ichor containing the ability to summon the concentration and motivation to perform tedious chores and tasks. I’m not a very dedicated person when it comes to normal people things. When I’m interested, I can’t help myself but be obsessed with the object of my focus. That interest doesn’t come often.
I wonder sometimes, just where I sit on the line of intelligence. I feel as though I lean towards the superior or above average end of that stick, but I can’t help but feel like I’m being pretentious when I say that. I don’t mean to be.
If I was, hypothetically, superior to others, I wonder if I would have an easier time or harder time in life. I don’t fit in. I never have fit in. I probably never will. Would such a substantial difference — a difference of superiority from others attract attention — negative attention — and cause life to be harder for those that are superior? Probably. The human race is a broken race, whose bumps, nicks, and scratches probably won’t be ironed out into fine, perfect detail solely because of it’s debauched nature.
How we ever got to the top of the food chain is beyond me.
Conformity. The majority of people at one point in time decide to surrender both everything unique about them and their ability to conduct free thought, for the sake of conforming to a senseless group centered around irrational lifestyles, behavior, and group fashion senses. This is the life of a sheep, and the life of a sheep is sought after by many.
Like many things are, this ‘sheep’ lifestyle is bewildering to me. I prefer having a firm grasp on my conscious mind and with a voice of my own, instead of being a thoughtless, speechless sheep. I’d rather be my own lonely person with free thought, than be mistaken for the next guy in a large crowd of identical mindless drones.
There’s a lot more indecent people in the world than there are decent ones. I don’t know which group I belong in. I certainly don’t feel decent.
I just saw a commercial for Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Pt. 1. I want to go see this movie when I can. I’ll have to find someone to go with. I wonder if I should wait for Pt. 1 and Pt.2 to come out on the internet, and watch one after another. Or, if I should watch them both in the theaters. I don’t know.
I’ve always enjoyed the Harry Potter series. Twilight can not compare to it, it never will be able to. Hopefully they pull off the Harry Potter finale well, and hopefully the Twilight finale comes soon.