And I don't want to misrepresent myself
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I'm better at writing now. I deleted this post.
Update from 2019: I actually kinda like this one. It has its flaws, but I'm not deleting this one.
It is a great fear of mine that, someday, I will simply be at the wrong place at the wrong time, and the circumstances of the situation will suggest so strongly that I am guilty of a horrible crime that no one, not even my family, will believe me, and I will spend the rest of my life being the only one to know the truth. I would try to explain it as best I could, but to no avail. Society would not believe me, because that requires a sense of trust for me. These people wouldn't know me. They would not know that I would never do such a thing, for society has never had the capacity for trust outside the realm of friends and family, and sometimes, unfortunately, not even within such close relationships. I have thought that an ideal society would be 100% honest, 100% trustworthy, 100% blunt, 100% non-judgemental. Most importantly, one that does not play the blame game. 1) Basically, everyone is Spock from Start Trek. Everyone approaches situations honorably and objectively and does not twist words to avoid being classified as wrong or to avoid facing the consquences. 2) Everyone would appreciate the value of hard work and would work towards their goals instead of expecting them to simply be met. 3) Everyone would see the long-term societal gains of working together instead of against. "Everyone would know..." "Everyone would understand..." "Everyone would do..." After consideration, I realized that if everyone had the same mindset, if everyone knew the exact same things, if everyone had the same values, this would verge dangerously on North Korean brainwashing. I do not wish that everyone had the same moral values. I do not wish that everyone had the same level of intelligence. I do not wish that everyone were perfect. I do not wish that everything were perfect If everyone and everything in the world were perfect, then we would not know what perfect would be And life would no longer be perfect. So, I think the definition of "Perfect" should be changed to allow enough flaws to be present to allow people to appreciate the good things. The definition of "Perfect" is not my favorite. Maybe that's why I like other words so much. Bye Synopsis of the blog post that used to be here:
I am a teenager. Teenagers think they're all deep and stuff. That means I do to. I'm whiny. Synopsis of what used to be here:
I complain about how I don't like when people complain about things. There was a starbucks cup that created a really dumb controversy and I boldly said "I don't care and you shouldn't either." I'm Excited. Just kidding, I'm Justin. I made a website today. I feel so official and business-like. I feel as if I should say things like, "Sell it now! The DOW is Plummeting and I'm going to be out thousands of dollars!" and, "You're fired!" Everything I want to say is on my Homepage and About page, so, you know, digitally dwell there. Please comment so I feel famous. Just kidding. Pointless fame is a ridiculous dream to have. I do not seek the approval from strangers; I know very well my degree of awesomeness. Boom. Blog post over.
Update from 2019: Umm. yeah... I do stand up comedy now, so I seek the bajeezus out of the approval of strangers. But that's not really a bad thing. I appreciate myself for who I am. I enjoy making people laugh. But if you're a comedian who doesn't have the aproval of the audience, it tends to be really awkward. |