hate

I have posted so much on the topic of hate. And I continue to post about it because it continues to bother me.

Why do we put so much emphasis on hate? Every time I go on Facebook, there’s someone posting a status or writing a comment on how much he or she hates something.

This is going to be paradoxical, but.

I hate it when people use the word “hate” so loosely.

I hate Justin Beieber. I hate 4chan. I hate liars. I hate you. I hate me. I hate the world. I hate school. I hate life. I hate church. I hate bugs. I hate spiders. I hate cows. I hate [body part].

When will it end? It doesn’t. People voice their hates more than they voice their likes. It’s a given. And it’s immensely annoying.

That and all the put-downs. “You’re stupid!” “You’re stupider!” “You’re stupiderest!” “You’re a creeper!” “You’re annoying!”

But you know what annoys me more than the put-downs? When people lie.

“No, you’re not annoying…” “Yeah, I definitely enjoy your company.” “No, I can’t hang out, sorry. I have this thing at this time at this place.”

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talking

It’s amazing how so little talk can do so much.

I used to think that it as language that set us humans apart from animals. Intelligent conversation. Boy, was I wrong.

It’s actually, according to a German scientist that appeared on Charlie Rose recently, imitation. We have the ability to mimic other peoples’ actions, words, thoughts.

But then there’s the mockingbird. And then I’m like “what? oh well.”

I’m also wrong about intelligent conversation because we don’t exactly have intelligent conversation a lot of the time.

Edit: This is post #100. Yay. *fireworks*

sometimes.

I wonder if the people who say are my friends are lying.

Sometimes I wonder if they’re just putting up with me rather than enjoying their time with me.

I mean, who would want to be friends with me? I’m just that Asian kid with that messed up skin.

But if that’s how these friends of mine act toward their other friends…

Then…. I don’t know.

It just feel like I’m unwanted a lot of the time.

Self-control.

So many of us take it for granted. I look around and I see mentally challenged kids wearing socks on their hands. With leashes around their bodies.

Then I turn around and I see mentally sane kids doing drugs. Drinking.

Then I ask myself, “which is worse?”

Well, group A has no self control. Group B has it but decides not to use it.

I’ll leave that for you to answer.

Many of us ask, “why me? why does this happen to me and not to anybody else? why is my life going down the drain?”

About half of the time it’s your own fault.

“Hey look. KFC. noms.” 600 pounds later, in the hospital: “Hey, look. KFC. noms.” dead.

got a buttload of things to do. sorry for the disorganizational skills.

How I wonder [who] you are.

My ride home from church today dropped me off at the end of my street today. It’s kind of hard to back out so I asked him to do that.

As I got my stuff and I shuffled toward my house, I happened to look up. I saw stars.

Stars. Up there in the great night sky, all so far away from each other. I tried to focus on them but there was a light on next to me and that clouded my vision.

And I wanted, for a second…

I wanted to get away. From society. From everything. I want to get away from the worries of school and the bullcrap of college.

I wanted to lay down on grass and just stare.

I just want to get away. Away from everything. I want it to be quiet. With me and nothing but my thoughts.

But, as we all know, that’s not possible unless I go somewhere remote like Sudan. But then I’ll die of thirst and there’s probably not much grass there.

Bah. Look at me trying to end a serious post with a joke. How silly of me.