I know that religious views are a bit risky for a first blog post but I didn't want this to be like most blogs, so before I start... this is a bit of a disclaimer and these are just my personal views.
I was raised as a devout Catholic, always said my prayers every night, went to church every Sunday without fail. I attended the night schools for my communion, the whole nine yards. And I truly believed that there was an omnipotent figure that watched over all things and people who knows when you sin. However as I got older, by that I mean like 6 or 7, and started to understand the restrictions that the 10 commandments placed on people. Then I started to notice the rest of the adults that decided to completely ignore these rules like screwing hookers in parking lots (true story)... which breaks adultery. Then my priest or pastor or whatever you call him, told me that consumption of alcohol was also a sin. Then I saw him swigging out of a canteen on several occasions, I assume the worst by the way. And aside from that the devoted adults that swore by the Bible were just turning around and being hippocrates, even doing cocaine like it was the 90's, and getting drunk on a daily basis. In the end I couldn't see the value of the Bible's teachings after all that, just seemed like a lie that you tell your kids so they behave right.
On top of all of that I started to notice that there were an alarming number the contradictions in the bible, and in the end it seemed like God needed sin for his plan to work. Anyway I wont mention any of those so as not to affect anyone's current beliefs.
Wednesday, November 18, 2015
Not sure where I'm going with this but hey... what the hell?
Well...at this moment I would say that my life in general is pretty average. I mean there isn't exactly anything new going on... hence the lack of a conflict in my life. Unless heating up food is the parlous journey that I the antagonist must over come in order to -- eat. So yeah i'm not sure how to do the whole "day in a life" thing and fit all the criteria of having a conflict, unless I go way out of my way to start some s**t, and honestly that just doesn't seem like a very productive. HA! But then again I can't really talk about productivity because well that isn't really my thing, you know what i'm talking about.
I guess a good place to start would be to explain some defining stuff about me, which I almost never do because I view self reflection as a narcissistic exercise that is intended to validate someones vanity and self importance. Which in turn might explain my reluctance to self reflect about anything....
Anyway, I've heard by several people that I am not a very friendly person in general and don't seem to take well to people. To many of your surprises, this was not always true. You see back when I was about half my current age I was a super friendly kid and was always up for meeting new people and making new friends. It might have been the naivety of an eight year old's brain, or that fact that where I come from is a pattern of people, never anybody new. My home town is a very small one and is a rather isolated one, due to it's small size that when I say that everybody new everybody... everybody new everybody. So new faces were always a nice surprise, not that having very close friends by the handful wasn't cool too. I was part of a very tight group of kids, I was the "pack leader" of them and was actually a very popular. Like I said everybody knows everybody, and people wanted me to be their friends... surprised? Me too.
For the most part I was a pretty inclusive person, but the older we got the more the dynamics of having friends changed. We basically formed factions of very tight knit groups of kids. There were rivalries, that in retrospect are much more adult than we every could have imagined. We would brawl because one kids father called another ones a "f***ing c**t, with no backbone and a limp d**k" (true story). So over the course of a few years every kid had to adapt and form a shell, because if you didn't, you were f***ed and would be the target of an insecure bully with daddy issues. All who seemed to form the biggest faction. I always find it interesting how quickly things can change, it can go from childhood innocence to being so offended by the word faggot that whoever called you that wouldn't leave without drawing blood.
I feel like now that I have lived in many different places I have a perspective as to what my childhood was like, and honestly it was rough. Very harsh and cold, which you might have formed the unfriendly me that there is now. I contribute that to something that threw away nearly a decade of a friendship thrown away over the course of two years and 30 minutes....
I guess a good place to start would be to explain some defining stuff about me, which I almost never do because I view self reflection as a narcissistic exercise that is intended to validate someones vanity and self importance. Which in turn might explain my reluctance to self reflect about anything....
Anyway, I've heard by several people that I am not a very friendly person in general and don't seem to take well to people. To many of your surprises, this was not always true. You see back when I was about half my current age I was a super friendly kid and was always up for meeting new people and making new friends. It might have been the naivety of an eight year old's brain, or that fact that where I come from is a pattern of people, never anybody new. My home town is a very small one and is a rather isolated one, due to it's small size that when I say that everybody new everybody... everybody new everybody. So new faces were always a nice surprise, not that having very close friends by the handful wasn't cool too. I was part of a very tight group of kids, I was the "pack leader" of them and was actually a very popular. Like I said everybody knows everybody, and people wanted me to be their friends... surprised? Me too.
For the most part I was a pretty inclusive person, but the older we got the more the dynamics of having friends changed. We basically formed factions of very tight knit groups of kids. There were rivalries, that in retrospect are much more adult than we every could have imagined. We would brawl because one kids father called another ones a "f***ing c**t, with no backbone and a limp d**k" (true story). So over the course of a few years every kid had to adapt and form a shell, because if you didn't, you were f***ed and would be the target of an insecure bully with daddy issues. All who seemed to form the biggest faction. I always find it interesting how quickly things can change, it can go from childhood innocence to being so offended by the word faggot that whoever called you that wouldn't leave without drawing blood.
I feel like now that I have lived in many different places I have a perspective as to what my childhood was like, and honestly it was rough. Very harsh and cold, which you might have formed the unfriendly me that there is now. I contribute that to something that threw away nearly a decade of a friendship thrown away over the course of two years and 30 minutes....
Thursday, November 5, 2015
An Intro
The title of this blog has no relation to There's Something About Mary... sorry to disappoint!
Anyway, just a few tidbits about myself:
1. I really enjoy reading.
2. I also love video games.
3. Genetic engineering fascinates me.
4. I feel like I am a very frank person in general, hence the title.
5. My favorite food is Brisket (aka pulled pork)
6. I am in a Robotics team at my school, and am a main mechanic too.
7. I was born November 11, 1999.
Aaaaand, yeah that is basically it. Other than that I lived in the United States for 12 years, then moved to Guatemala for 2 more. Before finally stopping here in Torreon, Mexico, where I am midway through my second year.
Anyway, just a few tidbits about myself:
1. I really enjoy reading.
2. I also love video games.
3. Genetic engineering fascinates me.
4. I feel like I am a very frank person in general, hence the title.
5. My favorite food is Brisket (aka pulled pork)
6. I am in a Robotics team at my school, and am a main mechanic too.
7. I was born November 11, 1999.
Aaaaand, yeah that is basically it. Other than that I lived in the United States for 12 years, then moved to Guatemala for 2 more. Before finally stopping here in Torreon, Mexico, where I am midway through my second year.
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