I think you meant something else when you said economy.

And, we have a cure for cancer already, it's called: stop using cancer causing chemicals on your body, don't intake plastic, protect yourself from the sun, get rid of nucealr weapons and nucealr energy, stop corporations from poisoning the environment, etcetera.

Ah, I only knew that anything above 120 was above the American average. Oh, there's another old saying related to genius. "Talent is what a man possesses. Genius is what posesses a man." So, by that logic, if you know how you figured something out, you're just very smart. If you just know things, and have no idea how, then you're a genius. By that logic, I'm not a genius, and if I am, only a mild one. Very rarely does anything come from inspiration.

Eh, as far as I'm concerned, my parents are just other people. (With two exceptions: They brought me into this world, and they pay for my stuff) I'll hang out with them when I want to, if not, I won't. I don't hate my parents, I don't hate anyone, but I don't hang out with them much. My mother changes her story all the time, so it's impossible to pin her down on any specific facts, and is religious, and hates the fact that I'm not. (Doesn't hate me, just that I'm not religious, specifically, that I'm not a Christian) My father I rarely see, as he uses his computer a lot, not to mention working all day. I see him five minutes in the morning and five minutes at night, maybe more if I go and get myself a midnight snack, plus a little on weekends. (He's agnostic so he had no problem with my religious preferences) And I haven't noticed any correllation between how the girl I have a crush on and my mother act. In fact, besides physical/mental attraction I like her because my mother wouldn't. (Rebellious, ain't I? )


Eh, I've seen little or no benefit to letting people into my self made walls. I do my best thinking when I'm alone, and very often, simply being near people who I don't like actually gives me headaches, even if they are leaving my alone and not doing anything. People I like or have an apathetic attitude towards I haveno problem with, although I still see no real benefit for me to hang out with people, usually. Sometimes I do want to be near people, but I live in the suburbs, so I can walk just about anywhere I need to go, or ride my bike. And, failing that, I could always catch a bus, they're fairly cheap. If I think if great ideas, I can post them on the internet, and I'm sure that there will be somebody who will use them for their own reasons if the ideas were any good in the first place.

Why keep my life from humanity? Why not? I have met very few people who wanted to hear my ideas. If a person wants something from me, they can ask, and if possible, I'll give it freely.

And as to the happiness thing: I rarely feel happy. I don't like to feel happy. Melancholy is the feeling that is my preffered state. I don't like sunshine and daisies, I like dark and stormy days with thunder and lightning. Or grey days with a cold breeze blowing a light drizzle through the air. As far as I'm concerned, a particular state of feeling isn't required for me to do something. Happiness is not an emotion I enjoy, because it is that much harder to control it. I am not happy when I am alone, I am contemplative.


Nope. The closest stereotype o fit me would be Gothic. While I'm not a druggy, I wear dark clothing, hang out with Gothic people because they tend to understand my thoughts better, ect... Emo is overly emotional, people who would consider suicide. While life isn't great (if you do think life is great, never read any of my poetry, it will frain your will to live ) I wouldn't kill myself, because for all I know, whatever's after life could be far, far worse. Like I said, Emo is overly emotional, while I believe I said I try to lock my emotions up.


Hate tends to complicate things. I don't hate anyone, as hate is a strong word. I dislike people, yes. But hat is an emotion I reserve for people who do truly horrible things. (murder, serial killings, rape, torture, anything sick and twisted)

I am not Christian, and am an aetheist. Of religions I have researched, the closest to something I could believe would be Wiccan, but I'm not going to convert to Wiccan for the practical reason that I don't know enough about the religion to devote myself to it. While I'mnot Christian, and I argue with many of their beliefs, I can understand the need for religion as an anchor, something familiar to hold on to. I will debate religion, and disagree with religious people, but I value the oppinion of a person just as highly no matter what religion they belong to, it simply makes no real difference to me. (Unless their religion is based on human sacrifice, but there aren't too many openly confessed Satanists where I live)

These were slightly different circumstances. These people and I had some bad history together. We had met five years before, and were initially friends, and then we just stopped seeing eachother. It happens sometimes. Next time I saw them, they threw bricks at my. The time after that, one of them lifted me off the ground by my throat. Over the years, the beat me up several times. They made up rumors that I was homosexual. I ignored the rumors, figuring that it wasn't exactly that big an insult (as far as I can tell, there's nothing wrong with being homosexual, just because it's not my thing doesn't mean it's bad) and that nobody would believe it anyways. I found that, after that, some people avoided me a lot. I lost a lot of respect for people in general then, what with people making things up, people believing them, and the homophobia. They had hurt me on several occasions, hurt people for being my friends as well. And that was ealy in the morning. I'm not a morning person, especially when I get two hours of sleep as I had that night, and they were annoying me worse than usual. So yes, I did hurt him. Any you know what? It didn't solve anything. The solution only came when the people involved split up. (one deciding to find better things in life that picking on people, I had only been one of his favorite targets, and the othe coming out of the closet with some other guy, and deciding that he couldn't mock me even if his rumors turned out to be true)

The particular thing I said was that I didn't have a gun becase I was usually nonviolent, and too young, and because I usually try to avoid physical confrontations, I keep my name off the internet, making it more difficult to find me. Not that I actually think that someone is going to hunt me down from my name alone and actually find me, and do through all this trouble to kidnap a lower middle class guy. It's just a precaution that I take because it costs nothing, and had possible good sideeffects and no bad side effects that I can think of. I'll just use the alias Kindred Spirit when I need to say something, or use some kind of name or another for something. I was saying that I don't have a gun because I am usually anti-violent. Besides, as far as I can tell, shooting somebody in the heart is a few orders of magnitude more serious than twisting someone's arm, causing no serious or permanent damage. (He only thought I was going to break his arm, it wasn't near the breaking point. He isn't the toughest kid in the world)


Info gathering- This is simply keeping track of things I see. For example, I saw somebody go into a house immediately after school and drop their backpack on the ground, logically, I can assume they live there. I see someone going up to a locker, and opening it with the combination. Logically, I can assume that it is their locker. My brain retains information, both useless and useful, very easily. That is why I do good at school, my mind easily retains trivia. My brain eeps track of everything I know about everyone I know. Thus, information gathering, for me, is actually just something automatic. As long as my mind isn't preoccupied, I can usually remember things that happen. Otherwise, my brain doesn't remember, since it didn't make much of a note of it. See, not as big a deal as it was made out to be.
Cold Hearted- I can't speak for King Death, but for me, I act cold hearted because it makes it easier to stay away from people. I prefer to keep people at an arms length, and it helps if they aren't purposely coming after you. It isn't true, nor is the charade particularly well done, and people who really want to see through it, can. It is only something I use to keep people away from me to give me time to consider what to do, and to give me alone time.
Rejects of the School- Perhaps. I get along well enough with most people, I just prefer them not to get too close. (Physically, mentally, or emotionally) I am claustrophobic, and can't stand crowds, or enclosed spaces, or anything like that for long stretches of time. I also like to have mental and emotional room to breath, so to say. I like not having serious obligations to people, and I like them not to have serious obligations to me.
Arrogant- I don't think of myself as arrogant, but other's might, as one is always too close to oneself to be a pure and objective judge of character. I don't consider myself better than everyone, and I recongnize that other people are better than me at many things. I know that just because I am better at people at one thing, that doesn't mean that they can't be better than me at something else. I usually cleanly out argue one of my friends in religious/philosophical debates, but he almost always beats me at war-technology discusions, as he has more knowledge, both practical and otherwise, than me about this. I am better at some people at mathematics, but they may be better at physical things, or anything else. I might be better than somebody in any one area, but they might be better than me at other things. Even those who say that they aren't better than me at anything (not many people, but a few have said this) may be downplaying their own talents, or not considering them themselves. I don't disreguard someone's oppinion in an area even if I am better than them at that, I consider it, and if it seems valid, add it to what I was doing, and if not, have a discussion with them about that area, seeing if one of us was confused. (It has happened before that I was wrong about something, even though I thought I was right, and had no confusion in my mind whatsoever. If a person is not as good as me at something, and wants help, I'll help. If they are not as good as me and don't want help, I'll trust that they know what they are doing, and won't help them unless they ask.
Emo'ish- Like I said, an Emo is someone overly emotional. Somebody who cries at night because nobody likes them/something bad happened or someone who threatens to commit suicide. Someone overly dramatic. Once again, I don't consider myself an Emo, but you may have your own, differing oppinion, which isn't necesarily wrong, and it is entirely up to you to decide what you think. I can't change it, if I could I wouldn't as everyone is entitled to their own oppinion.
Rejecting of Society- Yes, I suppose I am rather rejecting of society, but I don't see it as as big a deal as you seem to. I seem to be perfectly fine on my own, and if I need society for something, it's right there, so I'll live with the fact that it lives next door rather than in my home.

I think you're being a little overly judgemental here. I think he's just trying to say something, and while I disagree with it, he may have a point. A person cannot be an impertial judge for anyone, especially themselves, but no one else either, as predjudices are instantly formed with every piece of knowledge about someone. Since all of our jdgements are flawed, I see no reason that his own oppinion may not be as valid as our own.

Yeah, that doesn't sound very Emo to me.

I am not Emo in my oppinon because I do not go around with everything that happens to me, carrying it around. I also don't express it often in public. Will I sometimes be dramatic, just for fun? Yeah, from time to time. Do I honestly carry around enough emotional baggage to keep an army of flight attendants busy? No.

As far as social classes go, the closest I can think of would be Gothic. If not for reasons I stated before, then for this one: I don't go out in the sun. I avoid the sun, I get a ride places on sunny days, I walk on the gry/cloudy days.

For this post, I tried to place aside cynicism, pessimism, and sarcasm as much as possible, and honestly give my oppinion.

I respect you Kindred for that post. No sarcasim ment.

It seems I just don't understand some things about other people, and I never will I guess. But I will try, and I'll try to be friends with those I don't like, even if it kills me.. well sorta..

Seems odd to me though that someone would want to shun society like that. WHen theres so much there why not embrace it? But I think we might need to take this to another topic. Like the debate one.

Heh, oh yea, I got pulled over coming home from work tonight. I was drinking a can of coke and the cop pulled me over and made me walk the line. It was so funny.

Thank you Channler, I sincerely apologize for getting defensive with you. You're roght Kindred, I was being overly judgmental. I mean, one of the biggest problems I see in the world today is when people just put people they don't understand in a group, alienate them. What human beings need to realize is that, far greater than are differences are our similarities. A native american saying is, "All creatures share the same pulse." It's something that is carried onto Christianity as well, believe it or not, that all life is connected and flows into each other. In one sense actually, when one human being murders another human being, they murder a small part of themselves.

It's the cause of war, really, of violence. In every situation I may not act right, but I've learned the importance of fixing my mistakes. I've learned that no matter what disagreements I've had with people they can be repaired and I can not only find the humanity in them but eventually they see the humanity in me. Two examples: This guy hated me in 9th grade for no real reason but he was always critical of everything I did and he saw me as something he invented in his mind. In return, I hated him as well. Recently I was walking around town with a friend, and knowing our feud he joked about how we could head up to his house. I laughed, too, then thought, "What would he do exactly?" So we walked up there, he didn;t recognize me because my hair was longer, but in the end we put it behind us. We're friends now. Another example would be republicans I knew, When I was younger I tended to see republicans a certain way, growing up in a very politically oriented family. My Dad scorned Bush and demonized him. I now I see my political mentor and I wonder, "Why does he have to hate him just because he doesn't agree with him?" I'll admit, in my opinion Bush is doing awful, awful things, lying and disrespecting power but I still share a pulse with the guy. Try it, it puts you in perspective.

Channler- It's alright. Nobody can ever understand anyone else perfectly, or even themselves. Obviously, across the internet, when you don't even get to meet a person personally, you're bound to make a mistake from time to time.

DoomedOne- Politics- Yeah, my entire family disagrees with Bush, we live in one of the States that Kerry won, even if only by a little bit. (I think it was 48% to 52% To give you an idea of how disliked he is here, a kid in my school wants a rocket launcher so he can shoot Bush. That kid isn't too bright, naturally.) My father disagrees with Bush about many, many things. My brother, well, thinks that Bush had the right idea to the war, but the wrong approach, and thinks that he should have just bombed the whole country. My mother disagrees with Bush because off his stance on abortion and for other reasons that vary from time to time. I disagree with most of Bushes decisions, most particularly, his Christian superiority. (He won't let countries that America is helping rebuild use condoms, because "The only Christian method of birth control is abstinance." Correct me if I'm wrong, but I don't think Christianity is even the main religion in those countries) My sister doesn't like Bush because none of us like Bush, and she's only seven, a little young to be having serious political oppinions. (I know when I was seven, all I knew was the president's name) Oh yeah, and because she likes the name Kerry better than Bush. However, we don't hate him. Once again, hate is a powerful emotion, one better not used for people who don't deserve it. I'm not going to hate someone because of his politcs, I'll disagree with them and try to convert them. (This actually worked, one of my Republican friends is now a Democrat because of his political arguements with me) I will disagree with him, disrespect him, but not hate. And I don't think he deserves to die. How about this. I pretend I'm a member of some other to avoid sharing a oulse with him? I thought about what you said, and you are right, it does put things in perspective.

Oh, and here's a funny one for you. Bush in a school, holding a book.

More for the stupidest things ever done list:

I stepped on my brother's skateboard and rolled down the stairs. Ouch.

This post has been edited by Kindred Spirit: Oct 29 2005, 09:42 PM

the dumbest thing ive ever done is take a piss outside in my backyard
in boxers on a cold winter night...( 2:00 in the morning...)

OMG these long posts hurt my brain!!!!!! it's like the damn parliament in here!!!

new stupid update: twirling an airsoft pistol on my finger like Oselot (or ocelot?sp?) in MGS3 then shooting myself in the knee.

it was quite funny actually, i quote myself:

Me, speaking to my friend: "Look at me, I'm Ocelot! [twirling noise] OH MY KNEE! [*falls to the ground, clutching his knee*]"

Once I climbed to the very top of an apple tree, and put a lawn chair in the crook of the branch. then sat there in it. Every day after school. For an hour. For about two weeks. Then one of my friends sat in it and fell out of it. This tree was at least twenty feet tall, maybe thirty. He managed to hit most of the branches on the way down, which thankfully broke his fall quite a bit. He ended up hitting the ground and laying there for a minute or two, but he was fine. Although, since the lowest branch was still a good 7 feet up, he hit pretty hard...

About a week later, I climbed into the top of that same apple tree and had an apple fight with some people on the ground. If you've never had one, an apple fight is like a snowball fight, only with apples. Well, they were chucking apples up at me, and I was chucking them back down. I hit one of them pretty hard on accident...


I was playing hocky in the rain with one of my friends and this tomgirl who lives next door to him (and is as good or better than us at most things) while it was raining. Well, I took a slapshot, and she jumped in the way, and got splashed with water. Well, she ran to her house to get changed. Her mother asked her why she was wet, got the story from her, and began chewing me out. "Who shoots a hocky puck when there's a puddle in front of them, and there's a little kid there?" I told you she jumped in as I shot, not noticing that I shot. I replied to her mother, "Who in the world stands in front of a puddle while someone is swinging a hockey puck at it?" She got me in trouble with my parents. For what it's worth, the girl did apologize for getting me grounded, but her mother's just a whiny jerk.

That sounds EXACTLY like my parents, I'm not even exaggerating.

I can believe that. Why should I be the only person in the world with parents like that? They aren't the worst, not by a long shot, but I can't see what they ever saw in eachother. Ah well. Not my place to know. I'm sure there was something.

My mother somehow combines the inability to punish people and the single strictest person I know. I, at fourteen, am STILL not allowed off my street without telling her EXACTLY where I'll be, who will be there, what I'll be doing, and why. If I plan to go somewhere, even across the stree from there, she has to know why, when, and where we'll be rom there. I am not allowed to do anything out of her sight, and whenever she doesn't see me, she assumes I'm hanging out with a bunch of druggees. And she can't punish anyone for anything with a punishment more severe than being sentto their room for a few minutes, which is where I spend all my time at her house anyways, sleeping. So, if I want to do something that badly, I can do it, wihtout getting in trouble. However, I prefer to convince her that she doesn't need to know where I'll be this ONE time. (And I do this whenever I feel like going somewhere. lol)


My dad doesn't cae where I go, what I do, where I'm going. I told him that I going for a walk, and I didn't know where I was going or when I'd be back. He told me not to get to stoned to find my way back by one in the morning. I told him, this Halloween, (as a joke) my plans to go to a Halloween party and get back by three in the morning, compassion-faced drunk. He told me to be back by one, instead. I came in once, at two thirty in the morning, and he and one of his friends were sitting up, drinking Vodka and orange juice. He asked me if I wanted some. My dad's punishment for my siblings, no matter what they do, if they break one of the very few rules he has, consists of saying "Don't do it again." (Oh, on those two occasions, I was back by five and eight, repectively, and not drunk or high at all)

So my dad really doesn't see me much, and doesn't care much, and my mom sees me a bit, and cares too much. I know a balance would be better, but I think I prefer my dad's approach, giving me pretty much absolute freedom, trusting his parenting skills and my own common sense to keep me out of trouble. I wouldn't reccommend that many other parents do it, because it just doesn't work for all kids. I am much more responsible than most people I know who are my age, and, with some of the opporitunities I've had, they would have done some pretty bad things.


STUPIDEST THING EVER:

Arguing philosophcally with my younger brother, whose particular personal philosophy is that everyone who disagrees with him should be killed, that everyone he doesn't like should be killed, and everyone who beats him at anything should also be killed. (all of them by fate or someone else, not himself, naturally) Arguing philophy with him is similar to banging your head against a wall; loud, noisy, doesn't accomplish anything, and give you a headache. Not that it's necesarily bad when a person is so set in their philosophy that nothing can sway them, sometimes it indicates not stubborness, but simply absolute faith, which I have to admire.

stupidiest thing i ever done is buying World of warcraft without knowing I need to pay for an account every month....now im stuck with a World of Warcraft disks... 1 month (free trail) is over my class mates are going to leave me playing rakion and BF2....soon, they hate me couse im not really friend of them we are just class mates...
ehh whatever...im screwed

I cant think of the stupidest thing ive ever done... I do a lot of weird crap when im bored. Take the picture in my sig for example.

killed someone....

Dunno realy

Hmmmm, either when I and my father was building a new floor, I ended up nailing myself seven times to the floor.

Or when I drove my car down a large stair, and chrshed into a building( was in the hospital for a week.

Oh my god! That's like stuff on the show jackass.

I kinda want to see that now...(minus the being in the hospital part)

Dantrag, trust me you do not want to see that, I am turning sixteen in a couple of monts, and was out test driving, then it was slippo on the wall, the car got out of controll, and suddenly I wake up on the hospital. The car was a WRECK and I was wery ill, my father though only got away with some bruises ( that lucky devil ) .

The most painfull thing though was naiiling mysef to the floor, with the nailgun seven times. I nailed myself once, and it was so painfull, that I didn't release the gun, and just kept on pushing it. fortunatly I only had seven nails left when I nailed myself. ( Who knows how many nails, I would have gotten in my hand). and I have but one word for that. OOUUCHH.

Ps: nice new sig.

the stupidest thing that I've ever done that is *publishable*?

Well, One time I was dared to pick up a brick and throw it in some mud, thus making the mud spray everywhere and getting us all covered in mud, yeah, it was a pretty radom thing to do...but we were like...8 at the time.

So I did it, pretty unspectacular, apart from when I looked at my hand, which now had a huge cut on it, and was bleeding at an...uncomfortable rate.

To make matters worse, there was very little civilisation nearby, So I had to walk all the way to the nearest friends house with my mate, a very long way. I'm surprised I didn't faint, though I did get quite dizzy.

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That, however, somewhat pales in comparison to something I did when I was even younger, 'bout 5.

My older brother was playing with his penknife, and showing off with it. I decided that I wanted to have a go, so I grabbed it off him...by the blade.

You can still see the scar.

vaanic~one- I did something like that once. I was the only person awake, and I found my dad's razor. The kind you use to cut boxes and stuff, not the shaving kind. I was real little, maybe three, four, five, I don't remember exactly. I took the razor, was playing around with it, cut my hand wide open. Big bleed. I managed to keep from screaming, and I went into the bathroom and washed my hand untill the blood stopped, then washed up all the spilled blood on the floor. It's a measure of my mother and father's parenting skills that they never found out about this.

Just today, I did something fairly stupid. There was supposed to be a big snowstorm today, and there wasn't. So I decided to walk to a friend's house, she lives maybe fifteen minutes away by foot. As soon as I get to her street, the snowstorm starts up, so bad I could barely see ten feet. Then I find out that nobody is home at her house. So I have to walk back to my house through the snowstorm. (including crossing a five lane road, which is always busy, in that visibility)

I once sprained my ankle really badly when I was out sledding, not too far from my house. I couldn't move without badly hurting myself, so I sent my brother home to go get my parents to help. I sat there untill my watch said it had been forty five minutes. I then began crawling through the snow all the way home, including going through a small creek that flows between the hill and my house, and found him sitting there sipping hot cocoa. I've never gone anywhere with him since, and I changed my sleep schedule so that I never see him. (This isn't only because of that incident, it's also because he's a creep in general, and I hadn't even wanted to take him sledding with me in the first place, I was forced into it by my parents.)