I guess I could talk about many different things today, like what I have been obsessing over in recent days (which would be LatumWay’s channel on YouTube, which is awesome if you are an atheist, agnostic, curious religious person, pro-gay, etc. etc. because he is a very smart person that has a lot to say about all of that), but I don’t want my blog to turn into that sort of thing. I don’t want to just come on here, suggest something for you to look in to, and be on my way. Well, I sort of did just tell you, but that’s beside the point. The point is, I haven’t really updated recently because I don’t know exactly what to update about. My mind has been relatively calm, which makes writing very difficult, and it makes blogging even worse. But, and I might ramble a bit, I’m just going to write, free and unedited (mostly) and see what comes of it. Who knows? Maybe it’ll be brilliant.
Violence. Let’s take an aside (aside from what, I don’t know) and talk about how I view violence. Last night, when I was driving about, I actually had a good idea for something to write down about this but, being the genius that I always am, forgot to make a note of it and now I’ve forgotten. No matter. I can always bring up a new discussion about this.
In general, I like to think that I come across as a non-threatening person that has no ill thoughts towards anyone. That’s mostly true. I’ve never gotten into a fight, physically at least, and I’ve remained fairly good at leaving arguments when they get too heated. I hate arguing because I get very upset if I’m proven wrong, made a fool, etc., and I tend to become silent if I feel that way. So, in general, I’m pretty good at not getting into any sort of serious argument.
My stories, and how my mind truly works, on the other hand show differently. Sometimes, if the mood strikes just right, I would like nothing more than to full on yell at somebody, to have every point of mine get across articulately (since I stutter and stammer too much), to be correct about it all, and to come out victorious. The same goes for punching someone. I’m small (relatively), but I like to think that I know enough about the human body to know where to punch and how to really make it hurt. But I don’t ever fight, and not because I might hurt someone/myself. No, it’s more for the actual consequences that are bound to follow. That, and I have a set of morals I should probably continue to abide by. Fighting steps outside of those morals.
Wait. I need to take an aside from that aside. I was just, jokingly or not, referred to as “hostile”. I have no idea what it is people see me as. I’m keeping a good level on anonymity here, which I intend to continue, but I really want some of my friends to paint a picture of me. I think I see myself very differently from how they see me. I’m going to make a plea to them to describe me, and I might add this in to a future blog.
Now I’ve lost where I was going with the violence bit. No matter.
I took a quiz that a friend linked me to (and I can’t find it at the moment; maybe I’ll add it later), and it described what your personality was like. More specifically, what your personality defect was. Ah! Found my results. It said that I was a smart ass, with these percentages: You are 71% Rational (alright, good), 71% Extroverted (also good), 86% Brutal (in honesty? I guess I’m fairly brutal, but maybe not that much), and 71% Arrogant. Am I really that arrogant? That’s the only part that I find issue with. I want to know if I am arrogant.
I consider myself to be a rather humble individual. True, if I do something great (get good grades, finish a story, anything of the like), a large part of me wants to shove it in people’s faces and say “LOOK WHAT I ACCOMPLISHED.” But, I don’t. Or I try not to. Because that’s just showing off, and I like to remain humble. Maybe I am arrogant, though. Damn high horse.
I honestly have no idea where I was planning on going with this entry at all. I still want to work in a short story into a future one, and I’m working on it. I just don’t like the tense I’m trying to work in still (it should be past, as most stories are told, but it’s trying to come out in present, and that just feels odd). I feel like I should show off my writing at some point in this blog.
Alright. Well folks, until next time…
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B.K.
