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In case you haven’t noticed already, greed is what drives this world. Greed and competition.

Without greed or competition, nothing would get done.

Say Comcast had a monopoly on internet. Who would pressure them to make their internet faster? More reliable?

How do people get better at playing instruments? They have competition.

This increase of technology just feeds our greed, too. Our technology is just our way of getting stuff done a lot faster, thus getting us more time to do other things.

Technology allows us to hoard our time–time we use to interact with more technology.

What if technology’s development got out of hand?

What if we had robots to do everything for us? All play and no work?

I hope something comes in the future and destroys the cities that that happens to.  Not to be morbid or anything.

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Hey guise I rote a poem. I hoap you like it even though it’s absolutely terrible.

Outside
Sitting still
The lazy sun
Providing no warmth

Reminiscient
Nostalgic
Tree stump
Grows weary

Crunching underfoot
The snow screaming
Eternal rest
May be best

Bad poetry
Sleepless nights
frolic through
hand in hand

As I was walking around lunch today, I realized something.

I am a part of many cliques.

I can go around to a lot of tables at lunch and pretty much blend in with everybody there.

The Sophomores. The Seniors. The “punks.” The “nerds.”  The “oddballs.”

I’m a chameleon.

I guess this is kind of because I have at least a friend or two in each of these cliques.

I assume most people would read this as a good thing.

But I know better.

Each time I migrate groups, I put on a mask. A mask that will hide all the other sides of my life. I am a 30-sided dice.

My inward attitude remains the same throughout. My outward behavior changes. Lots.

Yet each group allows me to deal with my problems in a different way than the last.

Am I…

Am I a jerk? Am I a nerd? Am I nice? Am I mean? Am I hated? Am I loved? Am I welcome?

Where do I belong?

I have best friends I can talk to about this, but they’re usually away, playing Call of Duty or watching House, and I don’t want to bother them.

But their absence definitely isn’t helping me any.

It’s been a long time since I put up a “Random thoughts” post. So here goes:

I find it ironic when Atheists say “Oh my God” or celebrate Christmas.

I equate girls’ lusting over a hot guy’s abs with guys’ staring at a girl’s boobs.

I still don’t like Korean music. I mean, with Christian music, I was forced to listen to it for a pretty long time, and I came to like it after a while. I can’t do that with Korean music.

I’m confiding in people I thought I’d never like.

I don’t celebrate Halloween because it goes against my religion. None of you Christians should either.

Speaking of religion…. aren’t other monotheistic religions also right, but only practiced in a different way? At least… Christianity, Judaism and Islam should. It was at the prophets where they branched.

My cousin totally looks like Taylor Lautner.

Sorry I haven’t posted in a while. School has been preventing me from thinking freely. Yeah, I totally DID just say that.

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Have you ever wondered what it would be like to live in an alternate universe? An alternate reality?

Well, I have.

Have you wondered what it would be like to wake up one day and have a different name?

A different family? A different mother, father, brother, sister? To have a dog instead of a cat?

What if you lived in a different state? What if you drank chocolate milk one day, rather than regular milk?

These things all seem so infinitesimal, so irrelevant. Especially that last one.

And we must always remember Newton’s  third law of motion *(which don’t only apply to motion):

Every action has an equal and opposite reaction.

In other words, every thing you do, every thing you  say, every thing you THINK…

Has an effect on the future.

If your father had never met your mother, you may not even exist. He may have married someone else. You’d look different, have different brothers or sisters, different name, a different life altogether.

If you had a dog rather than a cat, maybe you wouldn’t be out one night, looking for your dog that ran away. You may actually have studied and passed that math test the next day. Earned that 4.0. Went to Harvard Med. Discovered a cure for cancer. Changed the world.

If you had chocolate milk rather than regular, the chocolate-y goodness wouldn’t have caused you to feel lazy, slack off on the excersizing, gain weight, keep gaining weight, and die from diabetes.

It’s all so crazy, isn’t it?

If you went back in time and killed a mosquito, you may just have prevented malaria from spreading. Then Africans would super populate the earth.

Do you still wish you had a different mother, father or pet?

I don’t. At least, not anymore.

Because through the last few years, there’s one thing I’ve learned, if anything:

Everything happens for a reason.

Today like, all other days, had its ups and downs.

Today at lunch, I let some kids sit at our lunch table because someone kicked them out of their table.  That’s an up, I guess. I felt pretty good, even though some people at our table didn’t like that they were sitting with us.

I got home today and started playing video games with the mentality that “I’ll do my homework later.” Up.

We had a concert today. Orchestra concert. We did rather well. Had a swell time. Up.

On the way home, my aunt made a left going into where McDonald’s is, across from Arco, probably thinking there’s a road going through. “Oh,” she said. “There’s no road.” Then she went forward for a second or two, then took a right.

Into a ditch.

Triple down.

My cousin, his friend and I got out to try to push it out of the mud it was stuck in while my aunt tried to back out. No luck.

I went across the street to ask someone for help. We spent 15 minutes  trying to find somewhere to hook his rope into. We found a place where the spare tire goes. There’s a latch in the compartment. Meanwhile, someone from Les Schwab stopped in. As well as a friend from school who also happened to be at the concert and was stopping by McDonald’s.

He took the first guy’s  “wimpy V6” SUV and tried to pull it out while Mr. Schwab put the car in reverse and tried to back out. The rope snapped.

Next we tried under the rear bumper. The bumper warped. A lot. We had to stop.

Instead of cursing God, though, I praised him. I thanked him for these peoples’ hospitality while my patience wore thin. I thought about reasons maybe why this happened. Then it struck me.

God was testing me. Was he? I think he was, in a way. Testing my faith. Wondering if I would curse Him in dire times. Or to call out to Him as a request or as a praise.

My mom arrived on the scene, frantic. I calmed her down and told her nothing was wrong.

We called a tow truck (thank God for Meridan Towing) that pulled us out in five minutes. That was an hour after we fell in.

As my mom was taking me home, I thought about how I would have to give excuses to my teachers tomorrow, telling them why I hadn’t finished my homework.

Then I thought of something else. Maybe God’s telling me, “Get off your sorry behind and quit procrastinating.”

Maybe this was a reward for being hospitable toward those  two kids who had come to our lunch table today.

Because nothing is a coincidence. Everything happens for a reason.

I don’t know. Things are complicated, man.