So I just finished talking to people on Facebook because I realised I had to get this done. Sam, being the great friend he is (sarcasm marks inserted around there) decides to try and correpy my thoughts before I'm about to write them down. Luckily now I'm writing you'd be surprised how much everything you remember just flies away from your mind and I actually don't know what I was just talking about. I remember talking about dragons and penis warriors. I think something to do with discussing trust in realtionships or some other thing spouted from a rant I had about people. I have so many rants about people - it's hard to keep up really. I'm supposed to be living with Sam in a few years, or at least we've both mentioned it and having considered it a viable option - and this would be kind of cool. Hopefull by then I'll have some kind of experience on youtube from random vlogs - if this experiment thing is actually sucessful.
Still, have you met Sam? He's a bit of a bell-piece, just going out of his way to corrupt my thoughts - If we weren't a hivemind together, well I'd give him the old one two buckle my shoe. I don't even know what that means, but I am in a bit of an odd mood today. Which is interesting because one thing I didn't consider with these thought blog things - I really need to come up with a name for these things - they sort of map my day to day moods. Like yesterday I was oddly angry, today I'm a bit bizzare and the first day I was quite withdrawn and reflective. I do change more than I thought from day to day, already and it's only day 3. Perhaps it'll grow more and everyone is actually like this all the time. Maybe I've found a method of testing how people's emotional cycle works. If I get like 100 men and women to do this I might find some kind of correlation and have more proof to show people exactly why men and women are essentially the same. Because they are.
Still, I think Sam and I need more people for our hivemind. But that's not as simple as just deciding people are cool - so it's likely forever a 2 man hivemind. Like, Unitologists except with no necromorphs or crazy shitty religious ideas. Not all religious ideas are shitty... but Unitology - wow, that's more kooky than Scientology or Mormonism, and they're just batshit insane. I'm The Batman.
For some strange reason I just said Batman and pictured a giant hamster in a batman mask just fucking shit up. I don't think today is a good day to work on my horror story, I don't need it to be too surreal. Though I guess this isn't that strange, just a bit random.
'Random' is a phrase that went out of style, why do people not say random so much anymore. Like everything a few years ago was pants... why is pants no longer a bad thing? Why was it even a bad thing in the first place. 'Gay' is considered a bad thing - but when people say that they sort of use it in a word context not a meaningful context. It used to mean happy, and now it means camp kind of homosexuality and very now it's more like just a word people use in synonymous with bad. I'm starting to think we should just drop the word from the English language or give it a new meaning entirely, it's a lost cause of a word.
My shoulder just cracked and it really hurt, so I did have to stop writing for a second there. Does that mean I'm disqualified? Maybe I should look back at the word count for these and see how many WPM i can type. Though I guess it's a bit strange because it's directly out of my head and so there's a constant stream of words I can type - actually, how do they do those tests? Is it like this or do they give you something specifict to try and copy. i'm pretty sure copying would be much harder, or at least slower. But I don't think my WPM is that high, or very low. I's probably quite average - whatever that is. But I think too much about the content of my words and sentences when I'm trying to write something properly, like that's why my exams are always realy short and stuff when people end up writing reams of pages. Apparently my awesome lecturer John once wrote something like 17 pages in an hour on one question. I don't even know how that's possible. I mean obviously we have less practice with free hand because everything now is word-processed, but still ,17 pages is like crazy shit. I was gonna work out the maths than but that would take too long and I need to keep typing. So yeah, I'm trying to remember things but I can't really seem to remember much at the moment.
I do have a small go-to memory, actually from my childhood where I went to Flambards (the best day of the week) and I was with my friend Olly, who I was like inseperable with when we were tiny little things. But we went on this huge theme park ride that was like spinning around horizontally, and going up really high and he dropped his skittles and phone and one of my shoes fell off or something and there were sheep and it was raining on our faces. I don't know why, it's just a memory that seems to stick with me. But it was quite funny. We were shouting at the phone that fell and stuff, though now I'm wittier I realised we should have waited til the skittles scattered (awesome alliteration) and shouted: "taste the rainbow!" - that would have been far more hilarious, I'm sure you'll agree.
It's strange thinking who your best friends used to be actually and their relationship with you now. I do wonder what I'll think of my current closest friedns in like 10 years. Because proximity is the hard part and I go back to Cornwall every now and then so I still get to see people I used to talk to all the time. But when we all move away - who do you keep in touch with? Probably nobody. I'll be a recluse - but my writing will be legendary!
Chemical castration would probably have a benefit to anyone's career prospects, too. Because it takes away any true desire to be a normal aggressive or horny person - and you can channel shit into your work. Why would that be a bad thing? It's like the whole thing on Troy where the prophetess woman is talking to Achilles and is like: 'You can go home and have a family and be remembered by your grandkids but be happy, or you can go to war and die but be rememberd for thousands of years' and he's all like mysterious - but of course he goes to war. We have a low life expectancy - so the only way to become immortal is to be remembered. Change the God-damn world (because God did damn it from the word go). If you have to trade in your fertility to be remembered for generations... Yeah, I probably would. Could always quickly adopt someone to remember you as 'grandparent' anyway.
Notice I naturally opted for the single farther situation there with singular grandparent. Just goes to show my level of optimism for being liked or having good relationships. :P
I don't think it'd be too bad. I mean babies are annoying and I generally dislike children - mostly because they're stupid, have you ever met a child? It's almost like they haven't learned anything yet! But still, after they stop being annoying you could handle it on your own surely. Probably a lot easier with someone else - but why take the easy path. I feel like being born not in the 3rd world countires kind of was like us picking easy mode on the start up screen. People in the first world always blood complain about hating their life and hardships - but really, it's only difficult if you make it difficult.
When you stop to observe your surroundings and life as a whole from a worldly intellectual perspective with some objectivism thrown in there... it's a pretty easy life, not too much is really expected of you, and it's pretty amazing that it exists in the first place. Everything is amazing... but nobody is happy. That's a shame I think, I fall into the same trap as everyone else, but I like to think I'm well aware deep down, that this is all pretty good, and fun and managable, it's an exciting ride and you're in it. Just gotta look at things from truths and not pretenses. Your life isn't a TV show, it's far more exciting, and you relate with the main character more than any character that could exist.
Okay, so maybe that last bit was a little cheesy - but my point still stands, bitches. Bloody hell is 30 minutes up yet? I figured I've been going for hours. Ack! Oh, that's the alarm... Awesome. Okay. Well Ciao for now, bitches!
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