If I listened to everyone's opinion and tried to be the "best" person according to the moral and social standards of everyone else, I would be totally schizophrenic.
I just hope everyone can remember that. Every time you say something, people hear it. It takes on a meaning once you say it. Something you can't take back. Whether it's a compliment, something negative, or just an off-hand remark that holds no particular meaning. People get paranoid about that kind of thing.
If you think you are cleverly getting away with doing some good old fashioned talking behind someone's back, it will eventually be found out and taken seriously. I don't know if you noticed, but people are not very good at giving others the benefit of the doubt.
Something that you said that meant nothing will now mean something because you chose to say it about them when they weren't around, and not directly to them.
I just hope this means something to you. It's not bullshit. It's fact. It something negative comes out, something negative will come back. If something positive comes out, something positive will come back.
(You could argue that sometimes bad things happen to good people, and good things happen to bad people. If anything, depending on your mentality, you will often see this to be the case most of the time. This is all in parenthesis because I'm not taking about freak occurrences of good or bad fortune. I'm saying what you put out will eventually come back. It's nothing mystical. Karma is the best word for it, but you don't need to believe in the particular religion Karma comes from.)
So, I would like to take this opportunity to say something positive. I know some people will have some snide remark for all of this, but that is fine.
I just want you to all know, life is going to be what it is. It is what it is. How could it be anything else? We are all going to end up not existing at all someday. Some sooner, some later. Just try to enjoy whatever the hell this crazy thing called life is, because it is far too short to be a negative jerk.
We are all snowflakes, not one of us the same, falling to the oceans below. When we hit the bottom, we will once again be together. The same body of water. The complete erasure of individuality and thus impervious to poor and petty judgment.
Think of a great piece of dough being kneaded. Now you rip a piece off. That's you. Now this is you until I decide to put you back in to the pile of dough again. Now I knead some more. Can you find yourself again? The exact amount, with every exact molecule in place if I rip off another piece? No.
We are all like walking, talking, living and breathing radios. We are all picking up on one radio signal. Now when you break the radio, it is gone, but is the signal dead? No.
This speculation actually serves to make me think about that signal. Perhaps there are different signals like there are different radio stations. Perhaps a Heaven or Hell, or purgatory, or nirvana exists. Perhaps there really are different places for us to return to when our radio becomes broken, and our hearts beat no more. Perhaps we all operate on different frequencies. Just maybe there are billions of different frequencies, which is why in life, aside from our differences flesh deep, that we could never truly meet eye to eye.
This is of course the subject of a good fictional book I could write, but might it not be as far fetched as all that?
Perhaps conscious beings are, and always have been the universe trying to understand itself. Trying to figure itself out. After all, we (humans) are beings intent on discovery. Could it be that we have these big brains for a higher purpose? Could we truly be infinity trying to understand itself?
I'm all over the place in this thread, but hopefully I can bring some entertaining imagination back from the dead in some of you. Perhaps imagination that never existed, or merely died a long time ago.
It used to be that we carved our names into trees. Anything to mark our territories. Anything to relate to someone, anyone, that we ever existed at all. Now those trees are gone. Slashed and burned to make books so other people can recycle the exact same sentiment. Marking pages with ink. Writing. Anything. SEE ME! Some of those trees still exist however. Though now they are fall to tall and weather eroded to see, perhaps the declaration of some old love. I HEART WANDA. Or perhaps something negative. JOE SUCKS DICK.
I ask you, does it all fucking matter? Any of it? Or are we simply to stubborn to see clearly. Now we have the internet generation. We have technology beyond the wildest dreams of our ancestors and even our parents. Now we can talk to someone in Iceland if we live in America in an instant, and not find one thing incredible about it. Gone are the days of effort. We are spoiled rotten and lazy. The best thing we can say top someone on the other side of the world is "You're a faggot." It's upsetting, and I am guilty, and so are all of you.
We have all this knowledge at our fingertips, but learn less then we ever have. We gain so little.
I truly believe the rise of technology will be the fall of mankind.
We have social networks but we are more anti-social because of them. When we go out into public, we can't even get into a conversation with someone else anymore. Sometimes, but not often. More often we bury our noses in our smart phones.
Facebook is this really evil thing. I have never seen a more vile breeding ground for villainy and scum. Collected thoughts of millions of users who treat it like a personal diary. A whole journal of private issues and dirty laundry being aired out for all to witness. It's disgusting to think that these are the thoughts which were going on in people's heads way before they could tell the whole world about it.
Anyway, this elaborate post is something like I imagine my suicide note would be, if I were ever to find myself at such a level of agony where the pain was too great, and nothing that could be killed with morphine.
I just want to connect on some deep and profound level with someone. Anyone. Before my name is on the stone, I want you to know that I actually liked it here. I liked people. But I have many problems with this flawed social structure. Homophobia. Racism. Sexism. Deceit. Lies. Greed. Cruel intentions.
Why must people claw there way to the top? I just don't understand the mentality of a great many of you. This one hand washes the other shit. Can't you just do something out of genuine kindness? Must it always be about the return of some favor or another?
I think most people understand all of this already, and might even see this as me talking down to them, but I promise, my will is good. My intentions pure. I have nothing to hide. I am an open book, even though many parts of my life could be, and have already been judged, prejudged, and set. Like fate. Like fatalism.
I think that was my original point. There is no fate but what we make for ourselves. If you're a negative person, even if you believe it is through no fault of your own, you will get negative people in your life. I especially feel bad for victims. Victims of sex crimes, and victims of general hate. The feeling of being unaccepted is being victimized. I feel bad for these people because the negativity is placed in their laps, and they were innocent. They were these innocent people until the world came along and put them through the grind. You can only do that to an innocent person for so long until they become just another piece of shit too. Hence why we see bullied teens blowing away half their classrooms.
This thread is to let people know, yeah, it is that fucked up. You could full well be responsible for someone snapping one day and going on a shooting rampage. Was it really worth the jokes you were telling? Was popularity at the expense of some poor kid worth the bullets that went flying? You know, I'll bet there is not one of us here that can say we haven't inadvertently caused the misplaced aggressions of someone who then took out THOSE misplaced aggressions, until all the negative energy just ended up a suicide.