Right and Wrong and Miscellaneous
Lots of Memorial students settling in final vocations.
I used to be one of them.
Until I realized I could really do something better than average with my life. All I have to do is stay in clubs, stay in top ten percent, and make A's and B's.
Simple.
So saying "c'mon, let's go smoke" is equivalent to saying "no no, let's stay sober" in the follow-me kind of way. Nevertheless, you make a choice, right? Well, replace "smoke" with "drink" or whatever other kind of drug action.
Still the same.
Replace "smoke" with something else not drug-related and replace "stay sober" with the opposite.
Have you made your choice?
Clearly, whatever choice you made could lead you to something bad or good, whether the choice itself was wrong or right. Then, if a "right" choice leads you to a "bad" place, obviously that choice was no "right" choice now Was It?
Or was it?
Life is about choices, not so much "wrong" or "right" ones... we all know the "wrong" thing feels pretty damn right sometimes.
I suppose a little Fun never hurt anyone... as long as they're conscious of their actions, no one can be held accountable but themselves.
Could Sex be considered a drug?
The way a person can indulge and over-indulge so passionately in it and
Completely abandon that sense of Right and Wrong we've all been at one point brainwashed into...
I bet you think I have sex all the time now. Heh. And what if I do? Will you Judge me and say that you wouldn't want the same for the sake of your personal sexual desires? Ah haaah.....
Thus, the conflict lies not within me, but within yourself.
>>>When I was younger, there was this random lyric I always played in my head
"Losing My Religion"
don't know the song nor the artist (for all I know, I made it up)... but the lyric frightened me. How could someone implant something so Blasphemous in my Child mind? I was so angry with Atheism.
Now I belong to the gray Agnostic area.
I must have lost my religion.
>>I feel as though I've nourished and born a child--a child which is Myself. Each passing school year brings new knowledge to my Child (((don't wear baby blue, don't wear tight ponytails, sex is wrong, sex is not wrong, big boobs are overrated, adults can be quite childish, an example set is not necessarily an example followed, there truly is such a thing as responsibility, reading is nice, even random things are placed into a category: Random, etc. etc.))) and in the age of all-possibility we're living in, I've created the perfect monster. A kind bitch not afraid to speak her mind yet so afraid to look into her heart.
The wall around my heart which I thought was titanium turned out to be cheap silver, melting away at the first signs of Warmth from the opposite sex. Now I harbor deep feelings for the alien who worked his way into my other-worldly thoughts. It was bound to happen.
Why Can't I Ever Stick To A Plan? <--not meant for me.
Little Miss My-Heart-Belongs-To-Me finds herself submerged in the depths of a blissful abyss called Love. No irony, whatsoever.
Who came up with the heart shape?
I think I would love to be the catalytic murderer in a Utopian world. An ever-frightening figure... only being scary to distract myself from the things that scare me... like Utopia. If only I could change this world. If only what I said could really get through to the vast majority. If I could only set off a huge chain reaction, it would be enough to satisfy my embarrassingly American spirit.
Such culture differences around the world. There are probably people that worship butterflies. Hell, if people can worship Satan, people can worship Butterflies.
My bronchials are about to give out. Someone please puncture my lung and drain out the mucus....
*this dogly, contagious cough scares the living bejeebus out of me*
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This arsenal of mine... Please, if ethically squeamish, stay out.