Tuesday, 21 February 2012
Sunday, 28 August 2011
Outside That Box
I am yet to completely understand how people can live with eachother in a day and age such as this. I recently went to a department store where I gathered a 79¢ creamsicle and a pack of my favourite trading cards (to which I call happy day), and proceeded to the counter where I pay the gentleman at the front. As I walked up to him, so did another man. I was curious as to why the other man cut in front when I had the go ahead. However I am not one to bicker about the little things. When a problem such as this arises, I find it my sworn duty not to make it into that awkward, brutally honest moment, where I express my thoughts which may differ from others despite age or level of experience. I always try not to cause a Larry David moment.
To those reading this who don't watch Mr. David's HBO program (Curb Your Enthusiasm), a Larry David moment is when a blatantly obvious error in judgement or an example of idiocy ranging between any level of disregard for those around them or asinine behaviour portrayed by a character/person of any kind is, "brought to light" by a citizen influenced or near the problem, one that isn't afraid to speak the obvious or point out a fact/popular opinion to the issue at hand. Usually when a chat and cut happens, I let it slip, unlike the display of dominance a buff bulbous body builder would show when he parks his big truck (that would fit in one space) across several parking spots occasionally distingushable and measured by how much muscle he thinks he has and the size of his mechanical mistake of nature.
I usually consider that people will always learn a lesson they need to, while I'm still trying to save up for a $5.78 pack of pride and joy.
To those reading this who don't watch Mr. David's HBO program (Curb Your Enthusiasm), a Larry David moment is when a blatantly obvious error in judgement or an example of idiocy ranging between any level of disregard for those around them or asinine behaviour portrayed by a character/person of any kind is, "brought to light" by a citizen influenced or near the problem, one that isn't afraid to speak the obvious or point out a fact/popular opinion to the issue at hand. Usually when a chat and cut happens, I let it slip, unlike the display of dominance a buff bulbous body builder would show when he parks his big truck (that would fit in one space) across several parking spots occasionally distingushable and measured by how much muscle he thinks he has and the size of his mechanical mistake of nature.
I usually consider that people will always learn a lesson they need to, while I'm still trying to save up for a $5.78 pack of pride and joy.
Thursday, 25 August 2011
In Conclusion
As the title of this blog post reads, I just have one more thing to say, then I'll take a while to chill.
Like everybody justs knows, don't trust the internet.
Go read a book or something fun like that.
Oh wait, something fun.
Never mind.
Like everybody justs knows, don't trust the internet.
Go read a book or something fun like that.
Oh wait, something fun.
Never mind.
That.
To pick up where I left off on my previous post, there is almost no way that I myself will go, "check out the latest video/website" or, "read this guys blog", without doing an all out search of its history, reason for attention and why somebody (I know or don't know) basically said to check it out.
If somebody spent their whole life in a happy, pure environment with positive surroundings and logical morales, they wouldn't last one single day on the internet. A sweet young person (I'll say in his/her mid twenties) would go on the internet. They have never done anything bad their entire life. They have never seen anything as bad as what is the norm by thousands of standards. I would imagine a problem arising like this:
Wakes up, gets out of bed early, gets cleaned, dressed, eats cereal, goes to salvation army to donate old clothes, gives fifty dollars to a homeless person across from his/her building, calls every relative to say he/she loves them, goes out to the store, buys ice cream for every child lined up in-front of the ice cream truck around the store, buys lottery ticket, wins the lottery, gives most of the winnings to charities, family and friends and purchases new drapes. Goes to an electronics store, buys a desktop, goes home hooks it up and creates an email account.
That person then later receives a pop up. That person clicks on that pop up.
A week later that person jumps off a bridge.
Basically, the point of that little tale is to simply avoid anything you don't know and don't trust anybody, anywhere on the internet.
On a side note, if you have heard of a fan fiction named cupcakes, don't read it. Don't even search it up for results.
If you have read it, I am so sorry if you are now.... bothered. : /
If somebody spent their whole life in a happy, pure environment with positive surroundings and logical morales, they wouldn't last one single day on the internet. A sweet young person (I'll say in his/her mid twenties) would go on the internet. They have never done anything bad their entire life. They have never seen anything as bad as what is the norm by thousands of standards. I would imagine a problem arising like this:
Wakes up, gets out of bed early, gets cleaned, dressed, eats cereal, goes to salvation army to donate old clothes, gives fifty dollars to a homeless person across from his/her building, calls every relative to say he/she loves them, goes out to the store, buys ice cream for every child lined up in-front of the ice cream truck around the store, buys lottery ticket, wins the lottery, gives most of the winnings to charities, family and friends and purchases new drapes. Goes to an electronics store, buys a desktop, goes home hooks it up and creates an email account.
That person then later receives a pop up. That person clicks on that pop up.
A week later that person jumps off a bridge.
Basically, the point of that little tale is to simply avoid anything you don't know and don't trust anybody, anywhere on the internet.
On a side note, if you have heard of a fan fiction named cupcakes, don't read it. Don't even search it up for results.
If you have read it, I am so sorry if you are now.... bothered. : /
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