Are people held back by their adherence to the beliefs of the majority or doing things in the conventional way?

It's the struggle we all have. The voice inside our head that tells us what's wrong or right before we can even think about the issue at hand.

Group-think isn't just a fancy word developed by an author writing about the sheepish like dedication to conformity. It's the mill of society.

Conventional thinking is the edge of the big pool of the world everyone hangs onto and with that dark deep end "over there" - it's scary.

One becomes a part of the majority, civilization, country, team by learning all about what that institution says is institution. And when one happens upon something never taught by said institution, something never graded, expected, created, investigated, instigated, integrated... one gets confused.

Although that confusion isn't merely due to never having experienced something before. It is sometimes that the unexpected sight, thought, or feeling is surprisingly natural to a person. It is when that person includes the gesture in their wider, taught, view of the world that things get complicated.

They start to ask questions not simply about the idea in front of them but, more importantly to them, about how others would view it with a conventional, unwitnessed, mind set.

Thinking with and for a majority holds peoples' sense of exploration back. They tend to censor their world experience according a pre-determined set of values. This is one's base which they use in order to compare new things to what they already use. It's a completely necessary mental yardstick in order to process the world around us. The more we learn and experience the more we are confident that the world works in a certain way.

Many people would rather sit comfortably on their opinions, whatever they may be, than to feel the judgement or contest of others. That is the basic definition of comformity. Keep to yourself and 'they' will not disturb you.

However, the issue I take with this is that certain people use this technique or pre-disposition much too strongly. It blinds them because they always stunt their experience by submitting their thought to popular belief before deciding for themselves what their experience means to them.

Rather, the pioneers and discoverers are always those who go against the general consensus. Edwin Hubble was the first astronomer in the 20th century to realize that there was more to the universe than our local galaxy. Before this evocotive idea came to Mr. Hubble he knew that the entire observable universe was tightly absorbed within one grand grouping of stars and nebulas called the Milky Way Galaxy. Even though astronomers could see other galaxies, such as the nearest one 'Andromeda', in their scopes for centuries they simply referred to them as gaseous clouds within the Milky Way. There was no concept of external Milky Ways beyond our gaze. Hubble decided he would break the paradigm and go forward in revealing his new case to his scientist peers; "those blurry smudges in the skies are other galaxies!"

He received much ridicule but he pushed on until other astronomers could confirm his speculation and publish as fact for a new world.

Going against the grain is progress. Keep your state of mind devoid of pre-conceived notions. Although I will agree that a healthy sense of skepticism is also necessary as a base in order to compare that which you hypothesize against that which you already know. So goes the saying, " keep your mind open, but not so open that your brain falls out."

Thus, it is important to keep a balance of mind, not simply one state. Try to see that being too afraid to challenge the majority can only hold one back in the grand scheme of things.

However, there is much to be sought in having a majority of people agree and understand one's work. Though we may have our own ideas and eccentricities. It's also just as important to realize that everyone in the world has their own as well - and the right to have them. So how does one person not only make progress, but report it to as many people as possible in order to spread it? There's a word journalists pride themselves on, there's even a catchphrase to go with it. "Unbiased" reporting; fair and balanced - you decide.

Now I encourage the reader to decide.

The point is that in order for us to digest as much as possible we need to make all of our ideas and concepts more accesible to the free world around us. It's the same reason why televisions these days always read instructions in multiple languages.

But even if, there is always more to consider.

If I told you - the reader - something in the beginning of this essay that resoundingly offended you in some way would you have gotten this far?

It may be that one's adherence to the beliefs of the majority impedes the writer more than the reader.

Ayrton Senna

Ayrton Senna Da Silva died fifteen years ago today.

It marks not only the anniversary of his passing, but also the last driver to die in an F1 car to this day. Him being the last death in the sport is a testament to how much of an impact he, along with Roland Ratzenberger, had made with his tragic demise.

Born in São Paulo, March 21, 1960. A Brazilian three-time Formula 1 world champion was the man that inspired awe in every person to see him race.

Widely regarded as the greatest driver to ever take part in the sport. He grew up surrounded by the support and love of his family and country. From a very early age he saw competition in any manner as a very good way to grow as a person. His passion for winning saw him through 'til his untimely death in 1994 at a Formula 1 race circuit in Imola, Italy.
The circumstances of his death are still debated as no one is put officially to blame out of respect to him, his family and the sport. After restarting the race due to an earlier accident he quickly went back into a race pace. He lost control of his car on a mild left turn in the circuit. He hit the wall at an almost straight angle at 135 miles per hour.
His skull was fractured along with major head trauma and strikes by parts of the car to his helmet, breaking through it. He was pulled out quickly by medical teams and rushed to a hospital where he was declared dead at thirty-four years old. It was 1994, I was seven years old and my father was the same age as Senna, 34. I still wonder what I was doing that day. My father was only lightly interested in F1 at the time so I wasn't a fan yet... but I still wonder what I was doing that day.


Ayrton Senna lived a life of constant progression.
Never totally satisfied in any aspect. He was always looking for more. Whether it was a mere quarter of a second faster that he sought or the whole world, he always looked for that next horizon.

In a way he was the ultimate human, in my view.
The human spirit is that of tireless pioneering and dominance. Pioneering new ranges of art, science, love, passion... this is the purpose of life; to chase.

He chased.

Ayrton Senna Da Silva ran his car past the limit. He ran it past the race engineers' conceivable limits, the expectations of the other racers - and even himself.
He recognized hints of a mystical force that helped him persevere.


Ayrton Senna - " And so you touch this limit, something happens and you suddenly can go a little bit further. With your mind power, your determination, your instinct, and the experience as well, you can fly very high. "

"And suddenly I realised that I was no longer driving the car consciously. I was driving it by a kind of instinct, only I was in a different dimension. "

It was him closing in on the ultimate finish.


He had a character of strength you could never replicate. It was so effortless and true. He didn't want to race for anything but himself, sheer dedication. The Brazilian people honored him almost as a god in the pride they shined on him. He was deserving of that much.

He brought his country together through the foundations he established. He supported and mentored all his peers as much as anyone could. He created the basis for the modern Grand Prix Drivers' Association. He also strongly supported every young driver to come through the sport with personal advice and constant positivity.
He kept the spirits up of those around him for selfless reasons and at the same time he caused his competition to grow even stronger with it, true sportsmanship.

After his death it was found by his family that he had donated hundreds of millions of his wealth to children's charities in his country. He advocated youth mentor programs, was against selfish government and helped in any small way he could to improve the life of his people, he loved his Brasil.

To this day many see his life as a great beacon of power. F1 drivers

The legacy he left behind is that of going beyond yourself as a driver and as a human being. Always believing in yourself and using your mind, not just your body to achieve anything in life.


“The harder I push, the more I find within myself. I am always looking for the next step, a different world to go into, areas where I have not been before. It’s lonely driving a Grand Prix car, but very absorbing. I have experienced new sensations and I want more. That is my excitement, my motivation.”


He taught me to always work above myself in order to get what I want. I learned I carry my body, it does not carry me.
What am I? I am simply willpower and energy bundled into a shell of human existence that you can experience by reading about how much this man meant to me.

This is your life and mine, a life of oneness and the ability to see no reason to stop yourself from doing anything - only more, only better.



Ayrton Senna - a man who flew very high, we will miss you.

Pivot

There's been changes made, slight.

I've wanted to sort of start over, late.

I'll be completing some of the old thoughts I've managed to neglect 'til now, finale.

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Ny vice: Melted time

2./JaboG 33 - German Made by Hyperfinch

So a vice, by definition, is something widely regarded by society as a bad thing... that you do. It's hard to think of most things I practice to be bad... besides maybe being late... to a lot of things...



Yeah, that'll probably be it. I'm not a punctual person. It gets in the way. I could say I picked it up from my mother, but It's my life.



This is something I really want to stray away from. Being known as the undependable, late, person is just sad and I'd hate for someone to disclude me because of a reputation of being unprompt.



I'm taking the initiative to change each time I get prepared to go somewhere. I realize other people's time is more important than my desire to take things slow for no reason.



It's definitely a vice and it has a strong grip on me but I intend to bust it this time.

Three overplayed songs I love anyway

These are the songs that you'll hear me sing in the shower.

Another one bites the dust by Queen

It's the rhythm of this amazing piece of pop mastery that gets me every time. It's just so simple and fluid, definitely one of the funnest song to try and sing or play. Every time I hear it on the radio I refuse to let up, I love to sing it.

Rock the Casbah by The Clash

It's absolutely timeless and ahead of its time. Hearing it on the radio just brings a smile to my face. The chorus is just... every lame "party dude"s anthem and it's awesome.



It's just a really great song to shout out and really get into, every time.

Cars by Gary Numan

I love cars. Simple as that. This song is the commuter's anthem of joy. I first got into it while playing Grand Theft Auto: Vice city. The game was set in the '80s so it required Gary Numan's auto classic on the soundtrack.



Every time it came on that virtual radio I could care less where I was going, as long as I could roam around enough to take it all in.

My road-trip mix tape

So this sort of road trip is the one where you have these sudden perfect, proper, moments of silence after you've talked with your travelees. You take the time to simply look away at the world outside and realize how simply amazing life really is...

Road Trippin' by Red Hot Chili Peppers

It's a bit of an obvious choice of song, but I really think it's a deep scope into the feelings you have when going somewhere far-off with good friends, save the lyrics.

In my life by The Beatles

A retrospective into life and an excellent source of food for thought for those long moments of quiet you can have on trips, to think for yourself.

Friends by Led Zeppelin

It's an absolutely epic song in sound. The sweeping backing keyboard effect is just amazing. It's a good song for first leaving your hometown .

Friends are people too

Don't rely on your relationships. It's not a service. A privilege... now that's debatable. What's a friend to you? Some people take it simply and beautifully: friends are just there.

What about when they're not? With such a simple definition... it's hard to discern when friends are friends or aren't. Maybe you invest part of yourself in a friend and the feelings you have for them are a result of that. Beautiful.

Love feels too. We push and pull on it in the bickering struggle between us friends. We can't carry 'love' all the time. Sometimes it needs a rest. A humble grip is one that lasts forever.


So I take rests friends... and I'll hold onto your essence forever. For fucking ever.

Religion's the subject and I do her quick

Religion is much more personal than science could ever be. Why would you want to entangle the two? You do not prove religion, you simply believe in it.

Proving yourself is easy enough. And how would one do that? By believing in yourself right? That's called faith, all the same. No one can tell you to not believe in yourself... because 'they' can't comprehend what you can - your thoughts.

I'm not on any one side of this popular debate but I will state that science is as fundamentally unsolvable as the cause for religious faith. Science is never solid and will never complete. Simple arithmetic glimpses at this inevitability through math's foundational indefiniteness.

This the beauty of science; pursuing that seemingly unreachable theory of everything that's only waiting there to be discovered in order to truly stimulate the discoverers by telling them, ' this is only the tip of the iceberg people!' that they've solved.

As soon as we discover something more, the number of things that we can assume we don't know is doubled. As the biggest questions are answered, they only really bring about even more curiosities. The most timeless paradox of them all.

It's like fanning the flames of knowledge. Most scientists would love to think that there's way more to find in our universe than we could possibly fathom. Though the ultimate purpose of science should be left up for discussion.


I'm being more philosophical about the debate here and that's beside my usual self, but I just wanted to share my thoughts with everyone, if only briefly.

Cosmic

Original short story written by anynonymous:
" Far back in time, but shortly after God sealed off Eden, he created the 'seven deadly sins'; Greed, Gluttony, Pride, Sloth, Lust, Wrath, and Envy (the order doesn't matter; they came into existence at the same time) were all born as the seven ultimate faces of sin. God knew that they would sow the seeds of malice and discontent across the already stained world, but he also knew that if mankind were to ever achieve true virtue, there must be a polar opposite for us to strive against. Thus, God rained down these seven upon the world, each soul that came into existence being more predisposed to two or three of these seven. However, some dis-course occured so much that even God did not forsee it.

Each generation there are seven souls who are born aware of all of the sins, not even over time, but all seven of the deadly sins originally. These seven souls take on the persona of the sin which they enjoy the most, and thus become the incarnations of the seven sins. Scattered across the globe, the seven sins walk freely among us.

The legends say that these seven know each other instantly by sight, though they may never have met before. If they meet one of their kind, they are instantly flooded with the memories of their past incarnations and of their true identities as sins. If all seven should ever come together at once it is said that time itself will stop and they will have to make a choice; they can either continue to wander the Earth for another ten-thousand years in different incarnations, or they can sacrifice themselves and let mankind achieve true peace and prosperity."

My commentary and reflection:

We can take this story as a metaphor for securing or destroying our existence as an already, some-what, advanced civilization.
Over time we've shortened the proverbial wire between us, communication and transportation no longer being an issue of much time. The world is exponentially growing smaller and smaller around us. We would hardly call it a burden, but theologically, this is exactly what the seven sins incur... unity. We become one, and we make the logical decision, "sacrifice" our Earthliness and expand to the cosmos, or continue to wander here as ingrates to eventually become a destroyed, then, ultimately forgotten solule of the vast cmosic array.

Evolution x

Nature's competition to see which of its creations can adapt the fastest, survive in its climate best, go on to gain awarness and build its own niche.
It's been exciting.
Ever since the first multi-celled organisms evolved out of our planet's primordial soups it's been a eco-survival race for supremecy.

A few billion years pass and you have us sitting comfortably in front of our computers. We're proverbial lottery winners in an ancient game of luck and adaptive skill. We've grown a lot past our primitive ancestors, higher and higher our brain capacities would increase throughout time, allowing us to invent. Fixing instead of throwing away, improving instead of moving on. We'd learn to stand tall an erect as we became better hunter/gatherers and we learned to communicate with eachother to form stable social systems.

Our evolutionary changes are heritable, continual, and become exponentially better... It's a very good system. We pass that which functions beneficially unto our children over millions of years and they adapt with their new abilities and features. As these new forms exist, the same deciding force which gave them their way of life will re-evaluate and adjust it as needed.
This subject is pretty touchy to discuss so confidently, but realize the word "evolution" has both a meaning in theory and fact. For this article sake, let's assume Darwin was right.

What will we as humans become next? It's been around 2 million years since our modern Homo genus first appeared in Southeastern Africa. Evolved from early primates, we finally reached our proverbial evolutionary mountain top once our ancestors came to our significant genus. After that it was all downhill.
Fast forward a couple million years - past our species' ever expanding brain and improving observational skills - and we reach our current form. Glorious us, eight fingers (+ two thumbs), long fertility, logical, extremely adaptable, innovative, curious, we rule.


Futurists, biologists, scientists and intellectuals from every field have all pondered at the question. How will we adapt to this new world? This world filled with extravagant technology and domesticated labor? It certainly is an interesting thought.

Some say we'll become big glops of goo, a result of our exponential lazyness due to rapidly progressing 'ergo-tech'. Some say we'll eventually educe a radical change ourselves. Two of evolution's major determining factors are interesting: it's either something that will substantially increase our reproduction rate to survive as a species, or something necessary added to our bodies in order to survive in the particular group's climate. Others speculate that we'll make good for a macromutation, a huge leap in a species' evolution to a highly advanced level in a relatively short time span.

Our technology might not want to wait around long enough for evolution to take us into the next, most efficient form. In-fact, the most probable scenario is one where we let technology speed up the process.

The Catalyst:

What will it take to finally change people?

Will it be when we get rid of false idols?

Will it come with the return of Jesus?

Can it be when we contact an Alien race?

Can it be whenever we are almost decimated by nuclear war?

Could it be genocide?

Could it be a single person?





Whatever comes first

The United States follows old statues fitted unto the country by men fleeting in the times of post-revolt. These man written commandments, so preciously held in the eye of the waivering and exploiting politican and business man, are indespensible to the great United American cause. I still cringe at the site of someone quoting from the Bill of Rights, with all its glorious vernacular. "Every man woman and frog has the right to bear arms!" " The thirteen respectable statehoods are entitles so seperate and charited regulations, above this, while all can not suffer, freedom and choice is bearing in with the right of state authority to conduct searches beyond a affirmative siezured postulant" Yes, says you. Last time I checked this was the 21st century, not
the 1700's.

So why do we follow this dis-coarse in a post-modern world?
I'd point at Democracy, but then that would get me labeled as a Marxist, simply because all these old and dead cannons never degraded as they should have with the times. People don't want to dig into new ways of life, they're all too profit worthy. It's choice, people chose to rather wilt away than commit themselves to a solution. It's a damn parade, the constituation is held so high, that we could call it a myth, it's a celebrated tradition, celebrated by lackeys of an institution needing something to be proud of.

tbc

Trendbots

Socially, over the years, and mainly in your teens, you learn to love what you like simply because it is yours. There are always times in young people's lives when they feel someone else should dig into their interests, when they should know that they themselves can never persuade them to.

This brings up the subject of 'trends' or what I like to call, " culture sub-connected concious tides."
Any breathing, pondering, person has at least once thought of, " Why do I(they) like; this tie, this shirt, this blog?"
The answer's simple my guy, people never think for themselves. Society has structured a perfect bio-pathic matrix of nillconcious minds. Inlie's the natural coarse of popular thought and ideas, the vehicles of a modern and torn sociopolitical tradition .

I keep thinking, " Wait, this music isn't bad, is it really of a bad quality there are many varaiables blah bvlh

Has it really been like this since the begining of civilazation?
Did the Sumerians choose their frocks based off of the way it matches with their fucking ipods? I think not, but of course this isn't a fitting comparison.

Bubble gum shoes

Pop music is music's form of what I call, 'recreational listening.'

The people who listen to the most popular, adrenaline inducing music see it as only that, fun, entertainment. Yes, music is meant to be entertaining, but others take it farther. So there really is nothing wrong with liking basically pre-manufactured music, designed to carry an image, take your money, prescribe false idols, but it is wrong of course. Was music really meant to come about the industrial ages in this way? Not only music is a victim of overemphasis through pop culture. Every solule of civilized life is meant to sell in anyway possible. I take bad music as a victim of capitalism.

There's also those people who, no matter what the person's about, how they carry themselves, what the meaning is, know what good music is. The artists who depict their souls with beautiful harmonies and melodies are the ones truely creating music. The groups of people, who manage together to feed off of eachother's ideas and actually pursue descrepancies and new soundscapes are the ones that truely affect music. Music is an intangible organism fluxed by growth, and the neccesity to progress

Rough craft

Grew up in my mom, took first light in Bellflower, bumped into things at Long Beach, CA; tried to change here: Las Vegas NV.

I guess I can say that Las Vegas is my home town, since I've been here past '93, well more than half of my life. The people here are home, the freeway design, the night sky, our secret bases... all of them, casas.

I live the life of a procrastinator that loves to seem interesting. I live the life of an artist too afriad to art 2. I live in a life I love because of the people around me.

I don't think anyone fully understands why I do things sometimes, I sometimes just go on impulse. One minute I can be up for anything... but if it was another minute I could be totally against it. I hope, and somehow know, that my best friends understand this, they're so damn good.

My family's taught me a lot about reserving thoughts, keeping goals simplified, and knowing when enough's enough. I'd thank my mom for teaching me to be more upstanding; my dad, for trying his best to make me a good man; my brother, for always secretly thinking I was the coolest person in the world; my baby brother, for reminding me never to grow up too fast and giving me the chance to take care of him like I was his father.

What can I say about all my brothers and sisters in the world? I don't think it's possible for me to show appreciation enough in this little blurb of mine, but maybe that's saying enough. I'm a humanitarian above all else, even though this feeling is sparringly regarded within me. I don't care about the Earth, when we break it, it won't be because we destroyed it, yet because we could not find a way off of it. Yeah, it's pretty.

My music

Music.

Something impossible to describe fully, one of the only things that can not be summarized


Music causes you to float in time, . Music is life, played through a short symhpony of organized sound, used to convey birth, existence, and death.

Few people can explain musical quality without sounding like so many critic snobs, yet it's true, and necessary. I'll leave you to distinguish between biased opinion and realization of the shameful act of pre-disposition and egotistical rambling. Where did our preferences come from? I believe a lot of stems from close influences and at the same time, anything, reminders of places and people and things that makes you bleed with nostalgia. One thing that I've found most important in cho


You'll never find a good artist by basing your opinion on them with their single alone. What you're hearing is what their producer has decided will be the biggest cash cow, or biggest source of exposure. I've found that a lot the times when I've fallen in love with a band or group, it was because of their older material; the songs they wrote with total relaxation. There are exception of course, but this is what I'm mainly more fond of, the greatest quality material, that's never played on the radio. There's so many good bands out there, but just as much, if not more, to get detered by. Just take a dip, chose anything on a whim; listen to as much music as you can in your lifetime, as differently as you can.

I wanna start a venue, grow it, establish it as a place for up and coming progressive music, then expand it to places left untouched by influential music, that encourages the upflow of music as a whole. I'm gonna call it 'Buster & Andrew's Hall'.
No need for an explanation on the name, just know that the purpose of this venue is to cause alarm for the average teenager's muse. To infuse them with spirit and a sense of where music is today. My life dream is to somehow affect music as a whole, by reaching as many kids out there, with guitars, not knowing wether their music is acceptable, never being able to judge themselves, simply because they feel they have to. To dissuade


Music has changed quite a bit over these long times. From being completely devoid of lyrics, to it being half of the experience, we've grown music into this


xxxxxxxxxxx When someone says that liking certain music, and unliking another is all up to personal choice, I believe they're not reffering to the obvious; but I believe that when anyone says that, they're implying that we all need to create a way to go about listening to music. Our personal choice is where we lay our peeves and little personal descrepencies in the music we hear. xxxxxxxx


"Since the one thing we can say about fundamental matter is,that it is vibrating. And since all vibrations are theoretically sound,then it is not unreasonable to suggest that the universe is music and should be perceived as such"

The pianist Artur Schnabel, was once asked what made him a great pianist, he " I handle the notes no better than any other pianist. But the pauses between the notes? Ah, that is where the art resides!"
You can say he was reffering to timing, but you could just as easily assume he was describing the integral verse of any musical work... silence.

Devices of moral lessoning

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Opinion versus statement, an essay of accumulated theories, contradictions, dis-approvements, and citations.

Above all, while 1984 is fiction, it is a moral lesson, not solely a pre-cursor to potentially impending events.
I believe George Orwell wanted to write history before it could happen, not to cause it, as it seems some try to do in the way they go about explaining the "inevitable." The prevention and chill of this very possible vision is its essance.

George Walker Bush is an aspiring cowboy from a family of politicians that don't have Texan accents... he's not going to be the decider of civilized human fate. That's all I'll say about that.

Whenever I read a persons speculation on the impending 'new world order' I try to figure out what they're actually writing it for. Are they trying to warn others? When they themselves think everyone else has no social control of themselves? That doesn't make sense, why would they want to help people they've shuned? Are they trying to stop their worst fear of a totaliterian state from manifesting by treating it like a plot twist in a book? I don't remember Vladimir Lenin overturning his government by simply adopting a " Dude watch out, the everyone's out to get you, they won't get me 'cause I know and am prepared" attitude.

Of course this is all a very interesting topic, but what I have a problem with, is the fact that some of those people that have their certain theories, try to push it unto others, treating it like an inevitability. If people say it is, then they're just advocates of attrition;Willing to see such a horrible thing for the sake of experience. All because of the romantic vision of a nameless revolutionary.
Radical change calls for radical action (dude), not drawn out provision, that never got anyone anywhere. Also, be careful what you wish for.

Isn't it nice to cogitate something so exhilirating while under the influence of comfort?
A dramatic change in our known way of life will not happen overnight. The United States isn't the only country in the world.

People should come up with solutions for our modern day problems, not try to decide on what they would do "if", this world is "it".
It is no less fanatical presuming what you'd do in this situation, than those who prepare themselves for a zombie epedemic.

Free thought is not in danger, it's quite admirable to tell someone to keep their thought to themselves, but not to go beyond their word. No thing can take away free thought, not even god himself. Look at the definition of the phrase, "Free thought", independant cognition aside from all other influences, can't be taken away, simply because you'd never know it was gone. Free thought outside inner diologue is another figure, that can be regulated of course, but it all depends on your definition of the word.

Some will tell people to think outside the box, yet all they've done is jump into another. Anyone can also say they are the opposite of what's written, how convient is that? Let's try having a controllable reprise.

Some of these assessments are absolutes, some of them opinions, and while I don't want the reader to take them as ways of direction, more appropriately, I would want them to think of why I would write this, not how they can disprove it.

You can't fight something that isn't there. Dwell on conspiracy, and you become one. While all that I said was bullshit, I still want you to have fun! XD


"Most of them sound more like parents telling their children a scary story, not prophesiers."
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(this is not pointed at a specific group or individual, so please don't come at me saying, "That's not how I am, I'm whatever, I fucking, whatever, I want to, yeah, I contradict anything and everything you say." That's really cute and all, but like I said, it's convinient to counter something written. I also can't fill my article with a bunch of " I meant this, but not that, and this really means that." Take it as you were, and will")