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2011-11-04 02:27 am

002; one side of the story

It is truly a wonder as to how people can be so utterly selfish.  I thought that greedy little boys and girls grew up to be selfless men and women, but apparently that was a huge misunderstanding on my part.  Greedy little boys and girls grow up to be ragingly ridiculous men and women, which in turn causes them to age into old grandpas and grandmas who will never be satisfied with whatever they have been given.

All things that all people do are motivated by themselves and themselves only.  They don't have any other motive other than that it will help them in the long run or immediately.  I wish I wasn't this sort of person, but I suppose I am as well.  I'm going to try and not be this sort of person, but we shall see how well that goes.

They don't need to listen to me.  I won't listen to them either.
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2009-06-24 01:33 am
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001; time to get up

Sleep drowns out all other sounds.  The chatting between friends, the footsteps of people getting on and off the train, the sound of the automated message coming through the intercom telling what station we're at.  It drowns me into a peaceful and careful slumber.  It lasts a mere ten minutes but feels like a night's worth.  Nothing can wake me.

Nothing except for interference.

A wooden cane knocks against my shins roughly.  I'd fallen asleep with my glasses pushing against my face, causing the world to appear a bit murky as I open my eyes.  I blink once, twice and I finally hear the voice of an older man telling me to get up.

A cool touch squeezes my thighs.  One thing's for sure... I'm plenty sensitive to touch.  I turn towards the source and I come face to face with an older woman smiling at me.




No matter how many times I'm woken up, I wonder if I can truly wake up-- If I can wake up from the dream that I'm living.
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2009-06-20 01:52 am
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Experiencing

As an American, I've grown up in the continental United States for the majority of my existence. Without realizing it, I've slowly been stacking bricks along the walls of my sheltered life. I catch myself excusing things merely because of that. Although it's valid, I am discovering that it's absolutely unacceptable. Why continue to stay enclosed in a mindset where my beliefs and motives are purely of one culture? There are plenty of other ways of thinking that I can't possibly understand unless I train myself to examine and think about many, many experiences.

I think for as long as I can remember, no one could ever change my opinion on anything whatsoever after I'd made up my mind about it. It could be pertaining to a person that I'd just met, how things had to be done, and even as far as my opinion on a current affair. I'm not sure what caused me to be like this, whether it had anything to do with my upbringing or if it was something genetic, but I feel that some of it may have to do with living in the States and hearing over and over that America is the land of the free and therefore something in the range of the best place to live. This has caused me to block out many different possible experiences that could have expanded my knowledge and depth as a human being.

One of the best ways to change what has been one of my least favorite aspects of my personality as of lately, is really to just go out into the world and experience it. Whether it's through taking notice of my environment or taking action in it, I view it as something that is highly important and critical to my non-traditional education. Currently, my residing in South Korea seems to weigh in my favor. I'll be noting my experiences as they come to mind, not necessarily in any order.