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I'm bored.
Maybe I should finally join that roleplay group? Or restart mine.
I was supposed to collect my Irish paper yesterday, but I forgot!
Wish me luck! I'm about to do something bizarre.
By the way, Iz called me in the morning. First she asked me how I was and I blatantly lied that I was fine. Then she asked about my exams, and then she asked for the tricks to identify the salts the lab before saying that she had to report it to her cousin, and that she would call later.Of course she didn't call again. I didn't even expect her to.
Feedback Please!
Everyone knows how much I suck at writing, right? I'm spite of that, I'm still trying to apply for something, and one of the requirements is an article of minimum 300 words. I wrote this really crappy article just now, and I was hoping to get some feedback before I send it tomorrow. So....??? Um, I haven't proof-read it, so if you notice any typos or grammatical errors, that's one of the reasons, and feel free to let me know. So here it is:When I was really young - perhaps four or five years old - I used to believe that we were all not real. As jejune and asinine as it sounds, it made perfect sense to that little brain, because if clowns in the closet and monsters under the bed were discarded as figments of my imagination, is there not a teeny tiny chance that we were also just a figment of imagination of some giant's head?
Alright, I suck.
Discarding the fact I did take it a bit too far and feared that if we were in the giant's brain, and if he scratched his head, we would be crushed, for clearly I didn't quite understand him human anatomy back then, it was quite an imaginative thought. Albeit I worried for the wrong reasons since it would have been more rational if I feared that the giant stopped believing that I existed, and then I would cease existing as his brain buddy.
As flawed as the whole belief was, even after I grew up from the phase of imaginary friends and Santa brining me gifts if I remained good throughout the year, it did make way for a more mature and legitimate question.
Are my thoughts my thoughts?
Just as I believed that the giant was the one controlling my thoughts and actions, should I really believe that in this world on constant scrutiny, dogmas, and rules, everything that I think is actually what I am thinking? Or are they influenced by someone or something?
Today, our lives are dictated by influences, role-models, social prejudices and stereotypes. We often dress to please others and hope for compliments, or to follow a dress code set by someone. We act according to social norms. We are told what to do and what not to do; anything aberrant of the usual is condemned or considered eccentric. In order to meet with the vague standards and rules, we behave in a way to abide by these draconian expectations, thereby influencing everything from our social demeanour to our thoughts.
"What if they think I'm crazy for thinking this?" "What if they get mad if I say this out aloud?" Are all our thoughts actually ours? Or is the world controlling what we think? How can we be sure they haven't evolved from the pressure of trying to 'fit in' or 'be normal' or whatnot?
Because I'm about to do something that will most likely affect my deteriorating mental health.
Ugh I don't know... If it is, it will help; if it isn't, I'm going to die of embarrassment.
Unless you can make me immortal, you know I can't.
noooo, plz. i swear you are gonna make me cry.
You're going to be fine irrespective of whether I'm alive or dead.
I'm Hallie. I do stuff that make people wish I was dead.
Every single person said the same thing before I did stuff that made them wish I was dead out loud. So really, take the advice.
im good, your my friend and i will not loose you.
The mission and passion of my life is to make everyone hate me? Now that's a new one.
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Books mentioned in this topic
Kim Jiyoung, Born 1982 (other topics)Lore (other topics)
The Glass Menagerie (other topics)
The Great Gatsby (other topics)
Orlando (other topics)
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