Over the years, i’ve had the odd thing about me that although there were stupid people, they could learn to have common sense. Some time later, I found that not all of them would actually be willing unless their worldview was proven false, and the wool burned from their eyes. I wanted to be a voice to teach the ignorant, to show them that what they were taught isn’t necessarily true.
Now, I wear sunglasses because the blurred, darkened view of what I see is easier on my eyes instead of the focused, clear view of the stupidity I see in this world.
I seek hope in the victories in the name of intelligence and common sense, and get despair in the immensely painful failures I see in the victories in the name of ignorance and stupidity.
Sometimes I wonder if in old age if I will be nearly as stubborn towards the next generation.
As many of you folks may know, I’m pro choice. Why am I pro-choice? Simple. What would you say if you had something within you, that you had to carry for nine months that you weren’t entirely prepared for? That the doctors tell you that you likely won’t survive if you carry it? That it would be best to have it extracted from your body before it develops nerve endings and thus feel pain? You’d get rid of it, wouldn’t you? No one is saying babies or pregnancy is some sort of disease. Sure, if a woman doesn’t want a baby, she could put it up for adoption, if she wanted to carry it to term. But the thing is, there are a large amount of children that have been put up for adoption that have yet to be adopted. Now I bet you pro-lifers are thinking along the lines of “What the fuck? It’s a LIVING BEING!” No, technically, up until it has working nerve endings, and a working brain, its essentially an additional part of a human body. A part of a someone. And that someone can and should always be able to choose whether they want that part of them taken out or not.
The reason I’m voting for Obama again, or voting democrat in general? Its the same reason I’ve always voted: For an equal chance. For a country who is run by people who know what their fellow man is going through, rather than people who know only what those whose pockets are lined with gold are going through. For a country not run by religion, fear, inequality and false facts, but a country run by actual facts, equality, and what this country needs.
Truth be told, I’m a very difficult person to truly get pissed off at anyone. At most, many people only annoy or frustrate me slightly. Those who do manage to invoke my anger tend to regret it rather quickly. Think of me as a strange lamb. For some reason, I am larger than usual, and have a rather curious bump on my back, that when you poke it, you’ll hear a strange growl, and a slight buzzing noise that’s almost unnoticeable. Then, one day, you poke a little bit to hard, and you hear and feel a texture akin to a knife going through paper mache, or poking a croissant that’s toasted to a crisp inside and out. You then realise that this isn’t a lamb, it’s a lamb costume. Inside this costume, is something beyond nature. Beyond nature, as for some reason there’s a mountain lion and a hornet’s nest living in a comfortable symbiotic relationship with one another. The mountain lion attacks you, tearing you to shreds, but leaving you just alive enough to where the hornets slowly sting you to death.
A year ago, my mother had died due to complications that arose from her lung cancer. Since then, many things have happened that she would have been proud of, or at least I’d have wanted her around for. I’ve managed to get a job finally, I attempted to start school, I’ve made new friends, and I’ve managed to get out more than ever. There are moments that I could easily say I miss her. We may not have always seen eye to eye, but there aren’t many who can say they could. Despite this, it was obvious we cared for each other.
I can easily say that I’ve been on both sides of the sliding scale of confidence. When I was younger, I was often praised for the fact that I managed to teach myself to read at a young age, mostly through commercials and reading and hearing things around me, and having books read to me while looking at the words myself. As I grew up, this eventually became a sense of arrogance, to where I felt I didn’t have to do much of anything in school to get good grades and such. Once I hit the sixth grade however, this proved to be a bit of a downfall, as I had progressed to a point that it seemed a lot of people had hated me. I didn’t necessarily get over such a crippling downfall, and it carried on to many parts of my life.. I developed a fear of going too high, and crashing down to become even worse. As much as I try to get over it now, I’ve gotten used to limiting myself to the point that I no longer push myself entirely as hard anymore.
I ususally have weird dreams, and the normal ones I have can be counted on one hand. Somewhere between these, are dreams of guys I’ve basically never met. These guys usually run into me by some unlikely circumstance. The particular one I had ended up dealing with me signing up for an insurance company whose slogan involved getting a confirmation physically mailed to you that day.
Cut to a scene of a mob boss telling a guy to hurry with my letter or he was going to get shot and it passed through a few different hands, eventually passing on to a mailman that was around my age. I happen to run into the guy just as he was picking up the mail from the mail box, and oddly enough, the mob boss himself (of whom I find out later happens to be the grandfather of a girl one of my brothers were dating) decides “screw the mail, I’ll have it taken care of. How about you two hang out with me for a while.”
We decide to go. The mailman (why my dreams never manage to let me have these people’s names is beyond me) Notices me pretty much staring at him the entire time. (I thought it was just my dream’s “camera” just focusing on him the entire time, normally I’d be too nervous to constantly look at someone’s face in such a manner.) So, a game began. Every time the mob boss’s back was turned, he’d kiss me, or possibly make a grab at me (totally warranted, I assure you.) Anyways, by the time the hang out/makeout ended, I eventually nearly walked to my house, when I noticed my brother being the one to take the mailman home. Before he did, I handed him the phone for his phone number, him replying “I wondered when you’d ask me” and gave me back my phone after putting in his number. Waking up, I was a bit dissappointed not to find a new number in my phone this morning.
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I wonder if my views on life have been forever jaded by my personal experiences. While my trust in people hasn’t changed much, and When I’m not down on myself, I at least have up some kind of positive front so others around me won’t give up, I often have the worst comments when I feel someone’s following a similar path, sometimes even moreso if they’re following the same exact path. I try not to say such snide comments, but they often slip out.
I am in general, a rather shy, reserved person in public. Sure, many on the net will notice I often will talk in paragraphs, and in a more assertive manner than you will ever see me do in person. I will often stay rather silent unless you either hit a topic that sparks me, or I happen to be in a horrid mood.
I guess i often prefer to plan things out, and I can only do that with typed words, as you can’t correct words before they come out of your mouth.
I seriously don’t seem to get what’s with the fighting between certain fandoms. I mean, some of them make sense if the fighting or argument is between two certain groups within a fandom (like sports teams, for example), but otherwise, there is no real excuse. Not saying everyone within the fandoms mentioned within this rant does this (I personally know people who don’t,) But the ones who constantly argue in various places tends to ruin this. Take note that these are examples.
This rant was namely triggered when I watched a Digimon video, and a majority of the comments were “This is so much better than Pokémon!” Seriously? Two different series with different, yet slightly similar concepts. Yet because they have “mon” in the name and have fictional creatures that fight one another, and came out around the same time, they’re doomed to be almost universally associated with each other in one manner or another amongst the masses who either don’t know any better, or given every chance to know better, but remain entirely ignorant of the situation. They aren’t rip-offs of each other, and anyone who was young enough to remember would likely know that Pokémon was originally based as a video game, while Digimon was originally created as a male counterpart to the Tamagotchi. And either way, if one was a rip-off of the other, Wouldn’t there have been some mass lawsuit that would have closed off one of them from existence? And on another note, they can’t nessecarily be compared due to once again, different ways both are brought up.
But back to the topic at hand. Fandoms causing fights with one another over the net, not just the aforementioned ones, but ones that shouldn’t even be compared remotely to the other, For example, the odd arguments (and occasionally threats) that go on between Harry Potter fans and Twilight fans. While it can easily be said that I am more of a fan of Harry Potter and can be considered as biased, and many people can easily say that Twilight was a poorly written excuse for a series of “vampire” novels because the author obviously knows nothing about vampires or how to make a vampire novel that manages to not disappoint the fans of other vampire novels that manage to be more enjoyable, It makes no sense to compare one to the other in a manner you can even call similar. They don’t even take place in the same damn country.
Why is it that many folks within these fandoms feel they have to argue with another fandom on whose is better, as if the items in particular were made entirely to compete with one another? While this does happen, it doesn’t nessecarily mean it applies to every single thing, nor does it have to be that way.
Name: DeVon (pronounced Dee-vaughn) Don’t ask why it has a capital V, it was given to me that way, and that way it will remain.
Age: 21 (born March 12) Hair: Black (considering dying it purple) Height: 5’10” Weight: 157lbs (as of mid Feb 2011) Interests: -Video Games (RPGs, Strategy, MMOs, Simulation and Sandbox-types in particular) -Sci-fi and fantasy books, and occasionally mystery books. -Manga and Anime (Call them comic books and cartoons and I’ll pimpslap you) -Tokusatsu (Super Sentai and Kamen Rider in particular) -Candy -Music (as long as it isn’t country or most American rap made past the late 90’s) Favorites: -Color: Purple -Candy: Gummy Bears -Food: Teriyaki Chicken -Music: Hard to say what kind of music I like best. Dislikes: -Ignorance (though I fall victim to it time to time) -Religious ignorance (there’s a difference) -Blatant stupidity (Occasional victim) -Overly spicy foods (Heavily sensitive tongue, the term in japanese would be a “nekojita” or “cat-tongue”) -Manipulative people -Blatant liars who lie for no reason but to further their own means -Senseless violence -blatant homophobia or racism (Humor is fine, but if you’re serious about it, don’t expect me not to tell you off or punch you in the face) Pet Peeves: -People who step on beds in their shoes -People who touch video game controllers/keyboards/mice/other equipment that can get ruined by food matter whilst eating messy foods with their bare hands -Dirty bathrooms -Horribly bad spelling and grammar with no reason behind it other than bad education, or ignorance of education (English not being one’s first language, young age, or dyslexia are fine) -Dirty kitchens
First off, to answer any questions/statements that may possibly come up:
Why did you create this?: I created this because I felt that I needed a place for more original posts. Sure, I like the stuff that comes down my dash and will almost immediately reblog it. The thing is, I lost note of the point I had created my original blog (The Words of a Purple Man) in the first place.
Will you post often?: It depends on when I come up with actual ideas to post.
Will you stop with your other blogs?: Unlikely, as I do enjoy talking and reblogging things you lovely people post.
Do I have to follow this?: Do I control the hand you use to click your mouse?
Will this be full of whining and incessant bitching?: Not really, I have another blog for the worst things I post, and while this blog may have the occasional depressing post, I assure you that this blog won’t be full of such.
Will this be boring?: If you find my musings boring, then yes, this will be a borefest.