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We succeeded in taking that picture [from deep space], and, if you look at it, you see a dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever lived, lived out their lives. The aggregate of all our joys and sufferings, thousands of confident religions, ideologies and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilizations, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every hopeful child, every mother and father, every inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every superstar, every supreme leader, every saint and sinner in the history of our species, lived there on a mote of dust, suspended in a sunbeam.

The earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that in glory and in triumph they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of the dot on scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner of the dot. How frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity – in all this vastness – there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves. It is up to us. It’s been said that astronomy is a humbling, and I might add, a character-building experience. To my mind, there is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly and compassionately with one another and to preserve and cherish that pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.

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I get it, people are disgusted in me. I say things most others may never even think of, I am inappropriate, and I am probably not really worthy of any affection from people anymore after some of the comments I’ve said. I lack the certain necessity of  verbal filter. For most of the things I say, I am truly sorry, I do not wish to offend, namely I am parodying most of what I view around me. College life, “bros”, silly girls whom are obsessed with their “beeeeecccchhhhheeeesssssss!!!!!1111 (etc)”, and just silly things in life in general. You look around, you see how desperate some guys are to attract any sort of attention to themselves in the hopes of having meaningless sex. You see girls who lose all inhibitions under the slightest influence and then have the gall to make fun of others who do likewise and talk so poorly behind their backs about them.

That is why I am the way I am. People around us are all rude. They have forgotten how to have fun without being a jerk, or they display themselves to the world begging for something to be said. Guys bragging about how many girls they can hook up with (it’s all about the kills), girls treating each other lower than dirt when they aren’t around, but are utterly gushy in face-face meetings. Something happened. Am I stuck in some sort of personal time-warp? How have I not become what I see around me? I have everything at my disposal: I am at a University with the best guy-girl ratio in the country, I am a varsity athlete (thus I have a reliable crew to hang with and partake in various shenanigans), I don’t give a shit about school anymore (it’s useless just memorizing facts), I am the blank canvas waiting for words to be wrote eve so prophetically about the wonders of my age. Facebook albums titled “Memories <3” or “Memories to Remember of such and such”, twitter posts about the most inane sandwiches I am currently eating, pictures of me and alcohol scattered throughout mine and my friend’s various mobile uploads to facebook, skype dates with some girls I want to bang, etc etc. Why has none of this reached me?

Instead, I’ve found myself to become a very bitter, very hallowed person. I simply do not care about how I may come across anymore. I do try to put up a front for more professional appearances, as I do have some semblance of dignity and respect for my parents (whom taught me the important life lessons when dealing with people whom you should respect). But for the most par, I don’t hold back. I see all this bullshit around me, all these people who claim to be adults and act like children. I have no patience for it. I feel like I’ve already aged and have seen it all.

I have become so cold towards people. I used to be very open with people; try to be friendly, try to be someone they can depend on, someone they can trust. Yet, when push came to shove, many threw out what semblance of trust I had given them. I just don’t understand how I am not permitted to be told things that others find concerning about me. Yes, I am a scary person. All 5’9”, 130 pounds of me. Terrifying. I tried to make myself available to these people, tried to present myself as a friend. Yet time and time again I found that my friendship wasn’t really wanted. So why bother trying anymore. You can only put in so much effort before you realize that all that time, energy, and emotion put into it is completely worthless. Try not to think of it as just one person with multiple tries. Think of it as multiple people, multiple times. People I thought were my friends, people I invested a lot of time and interest in, just for it all to be shoved back into your face repeatedly.

I love the friends that I have been able to keep and have been true to me and themselves. These are the people that I would do anything for. Its is the general population that has made me so cold and bitter.

If I’ve come across as a jerk, some sort of weirdo, or anything in between, I am deeply sorry. All I can say is this: a lot of the time people just want someone to listen to them. It goes back to not judging a book by its cover. You can never take a person you don’t know overly well at face value. Sit down with them, invest some of your time with them, show them some sort of compassion. Else they’ll turn into something like me; cold. I hold no qualms with people who simply can’t invest their time with others. It is unsettling as we are a relatively weak species yet thrive on our social interactions with one another. But I don’t care anymore. You didn’t invest anytime in getting to know me, so why should I continue to try with you?

Morbid much? Perhaps. But I feel slightly ashamed by the way which I have been seen recently. I am sorry if I offended you.

Experiences make us. Bitter experiences have impacted me as such.I still try to be open. I still try to be friendly. But no one seems interested. Oh well, it is the ever changing times around me. World’s changing, moving ‘neath my feet. I hold on. If you only knew.

I hope. And what is hope without the will to move on it. The trenches are long, deep, seeming to go on beyond any imaginable sight. Yet we tredge on, because there is the hope of friendship, of sunny days, that one day we will learn to trust again, and ultimately love.

I look forward to finding that special lady.

And still, if you only knew.

Slow things down just a little bit. Stop, breath, don&#8217;t forget to smile.
Love is simple
Don&#8217;t be afraid. Don&#8217;t panic. Life is fun.
Hearts beating. Don&#8217;t matter who&#8217;s listening. Your heart is warm. You have your joy
Love
It&#8217;s simple

Slow things down just a little bit. Stop, breath, don’t forget to smile.

Love is simple

Don’t be afraid. Don’t panic. Life is fun.

Hearts beating. Don’t matter who’s listening. Your heart is warm. You have your joy

Love

It’s simple

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Yes, only four more month of bullshit. Of days of hate. Of days so filled with loathing of being that you no longer wish to exist. 4 more months of hating having to come home. Of having to struggle to look someone in the face, to bring words forth just to save some semblance of courtesy.

A still life while sitting here. Cold. Unwavering. Uncaring.

Yet we know that no matter how cold the winter, there’s a springtime ahead. It will happen. Brace yourself for the cold. These desolate times will pass. We cling to the hope that it will get better, as it always does.

People can be dirt. Yet stop and consider this: you have friends. You have people who love you, who care about you, who will be there for you. Maybe you just don;t realize it yet, you haven’t reached out just that extra step, leaned another inch off the cliff. The crashing waves below are frightening, yet the feeling radiating into your finger tips from the air above is ever inviting. Be brave. Let yourself be loved.

I’ve come to realize that no matter what there is always someone who will be thinking of you. Someone that cares for you, who will worry if you stop talking to them, wonder endlessly about you if you aren’t there. Even if it’s not the person you want, it is someone. You mean something to someone. It’s not a cold and desolate world out there. Its scary to look at, but warm when embraced.

Bullshit only lasts so long. You have the power to change it. I made the mistake of thinking bullshit would be okay. That I could deal with it. But it drags on with you, it clings to you and looms over like the proverbial thundercloud on gloomy days. I singed that lease thinking it wouldn’t be so bad. It took me too long to realize that I hate bullshit. So I did something about it. I stand by my actions. Make your life you’re own, unyielding and unbending to the thoughts of others, especially the fake, dumb people you have to go through life with. These people do not last. They are exchanged for those you realize care for you.

I can be patient for that long. After all, we’ve been waiting our whole lives.

I&#8217;d like to think my childhood was as awesome as Calvin&#8217;s. Truth be told, he does not have a whole lot of friends&#8230; by whole lot I mean any. I had a few friends growing up. Don&#8217;t talk to a lot of them anymore. I don;t know why. We were pretty good up until the last two years of high school, then things just kind of faded away&#8230; I&#8217;m not good at keeping friends. I DO try, it just never seems to work out. This isn&#8217;t some lonesome, depressing, achey-breaky heart felt shit. I promise. Kind of.
Fuck
Maybe it is.
Oh well. I tried to keep in touch in university. I did the whole skype thing, e-mails, texts, facebook shit; all that. My first few weeks at uni were hell. None of my friends from home wanted to really talk. They either straight up ignored me or would get back to me and just say they were busy and we&#8217;d only talk for a few minutes. It was really the first time being away from home without an immediate support group, I was always practicing for track so I didn&#8217;t really want to go out to parties in res because I got up early, so I didn&#8217;t really meet any people and the people in my suite&#8230; they were weird.  One guy was named &#8220;frog man&#8221; by all the people in my residence building. Why? He looks like a frog. Like literally, wide mouth, oddly flattish head, and I am pretty sure he has some permanent brain damage from smoking too much weed. He took about a minute to say hey, what&#8217;s up dude because each word was drrrraaaaaaggggggggeeeeedddd ouuuuuutttttttt brrrrraaaaaahhhhhhh. And his laugh&#8230; Haaaaaaaaaa (pause) haaaaaaaaaaaaaa (pause) haaaaaaaaa (pause&#8230;etc). That guy was chill as fuck.
But he roomed with probably the biggest like straitgh-up dweeby-nerdlooking guy I&#8217;ve ever seen. Picture Napoleon Dynamite mixing with Arnold Poindexter (revenge of the Nerds). That was this guy. Curly, unkempt hair; glasses, awkward speech, and the grimiest neck beard I&#8217;ve ever seen. No facial hair anywhere accept for neck pubes. And the only time I ever saw him was in the first week in class. He never payed attention&#8230; he sat at the front with his laptop playing world of warcraft. The whole class can see him just gaming there. That was the first week. Never saw him again after that.
I had a whole bunch of girls in my suite too. None of them were very interesting&#8230; they all sat in their rooms and did girl shit or whatever. I don&#8217;t know nothing &#8216;bout no girl shit. Dumb bitches.
Except there was this one girl&#8230; glorious thing she was. Being in Canada, you don&#8217;t often see bible-spewing kids running around, least of all at one of the public, forward thinking universities. This girl was straight-up bible spewing. She was nice about it, but damn&#8230; She was 19, she&#8217;s was moving to Colorado (could have guessed) to marry her 27 year-old boyfriend, because she knew &#8220;god had wanted them to be together and that god&#8217;s love was eternal and we must all do god&#8217;s will&#8221; or something along those lines.
The best example is probably this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LQKASww9Ni4
Crazy lady. Probably already has like three kids (is that possbile? two years&#8230; maybe?)
Anyway&#8230; Ya, so childhood was fun. Did some stuff probably would have made my mom shit if she found out. Good ting she can&#8217;t use the internet to read this. Like jumping off our roof onto the trampoline and then launching my little brother off it to see how far we could jump. Or throwing apples/pear we gathered from the trees in our yard at passing cars down the hill at the back of our house, growing tired of that and throwing harder things&#8230; do you know the sound a diecast thomas the tank engine hitting the side of a car going 80km/h sounds like? I do. In winter we were much more tame&#8230; just snowballs. But because we were little and they had less weight we had to be on the side walk to throw them properly. So when cars stopped, being the brilliant seven and five year-olds that we were, my brother and I would just sprint back up the hill right into our own backyard. Genius! Good things police never came by&#8230;
what is this post even about.

I’d like to think my childhood was as awesome as Calvin’s. Truth be told, he does not have a whole lot of friends… by whole lot I mean any. I had a few friends growing up. Don’t talk to a lot of them anymore. I don;t know why. We were pretty good up until the last two years of high school, then things just kind of faded away… I’m not good at keeping friends. I DO try, it just never seems to work out. This isn’t some lonesome, depressing, achey-breaky heart felt shit. I promise. Kind of.

Fuck

Maybe it is.

Oh well. I tried to keep in touch in university. I did the whole skype thing, e-mails, texts, facebook shit; all that. My first few weeks at uni were hell. None of my friends from home wanted to really talk. They either straight up ignored me or would get back to me and just say they were busy and we’d only talk for a few minutes. It was really the first time being away from home without an immediate support group, I was always practicing for track so I didn’t really want to go out to parties in res because I got up early, so I didn’t really meet any people and the people in my suite… they were weird.  One guy was named “frog man” by all the people in my residence building. Why? He looks like a frog. Like literally, wide mouth, oddly flattish head, and I am pretty sure he has some permanent brain damage from smoking too much weed. He took about a minute to say hey, what’s up dude because each word was drrrraaaaaaggggggggeeeeedddd ouuuuuutttttttt brrrrraaaaaahhhhhhh. And his laugh… Haaaaaaaaaa (pause) haaaaaaaaaaaaaa (pause) haaaaaaaaa (pause…etc). That guy was chill as fuck.

But he roomed with probably the biggest like straitgh-up dweeby-nerdlooking guy I’ve ever seen. Picture Napoleon Dynamite mixing with Arnold Poindexter (revenge of the Nerds). That was this guy. Curly, unkempt hair; glasses, awkward speech, and the grimiest neck beard I’ve ever seen. No facial hair anywhere accept for neck pubes. And the only time I ever saw him was in the first week in class. He never payed attention… he sat at the front with his laptop playing world of warcraft. The whole class can see him just gaming there. That was the first week. Never saw him again after that.

I had a whole bunch of girls in my suite too. None of them were very interesting… they all sat in their rooms and did girl shit or whatever. I don’t know nothing ‘bout no girl shit. Dumb bitches.

Except there was this one girl… glorious thing she was. Being in Canada, you don’t often see bible-spewing kids running around, least of all at one of the public, forward thinking universities. This girl was straight-up bible spewing. She was nice about it, but damn… She was 19, she’s was moving to Colorado (could have guessed) to marry her 27 year-old boyfriend, because she knew “god had wanted them to be together and that god’s love was eternal and we must all do god’s will” or something along those lines.

The best example is probably this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LQKASww9Ni4

Crazy lady. Probably already has like three kids (is that possbile? two years… maybe?)

Anyway… Ya, so childhood was fun. Did some stuff probably would have made my mom shit if she found out. Good ting she can’t use the internet to read this. Like jumping off our roof onto the trampoline and then launching my little brother off it to see how far we could jump. Or throwing apples/pear we gathered from the trees in our yard at passing cars down the hill at the back of our house, growing tired of that and throwing harder things… do you know the sound a diecast thomas the tank engine hitting the side of a car going 80km/h sounds like? I do. In winter we were much more tame… just snowballs. But because we were little and they had less weight we had to be on the side walk to throw them properly. So when cars stopped, being the brilliant seven and five year-olds that we were, my brother and I would just sprint back up the hill right into our own backyard. Genius! Good things police never came by…

what is this post even about.