Short and Sweet.

Sorry that this one is a day late. Friday night was not a fun night. Drunken people doing stupid things when I was already not in a good mood just put the cherry on top of a bad night.
I really do not want to rant about it here. I am over it.
Here's a picture.

 

A group of us performed for a talent show.. this picture was not taken there, it was at a concert. 

No Rant Today

I do not feel in the mood to talk.
I have not been feeling well all day. I think I am overwhelmed.

Here is some Olympic spirit.

Where are you?

Today I had to deal with things that were not my wrong doing, but my responsibility as a citizen to do.
Some might question what I did. Why did I deal with things? Why did I even bother getting involved? I was involved, maybe not as an active member, but as a bystander. It affected me even though it was not directed at me. It also affected many others who were also bystanders. When something happens what is your role? Are you a victim? A bystander? A perpetrator? Are you present at the situation? Body and mind? If you are not there mentally then where are you? Can you say you were actually part of the situation if you were not mentally there? How can you mentally not be in the location your body is? Is the body that we "live in" actually just an avatar? Do we control ourselves like video games?
If we cannot "multitask" can we really be in two places at once? Is it all to do with how we perceive our thoughts? Is this a reality or is this just fantasy? Is fantasy a better place to perceive us in? If it is why are we not all in our fantasy worlds? Would that stop war and hatred? Is our world actually being polluted? Or is it our minds telling us that we are doing something wrong by living in a fantasy world? Is diseases and death just a way of coming back to reality in another "world"? Is the light people talk about when they are about to die, an actual light of the "real world"? Are the people that we interact with computer generated? Are they other avatars stuck in the same fantasy as us? Are we stuck? Or do we choose to be here? Are the senses we encounter real? Are emotions real? Is anything real or is it all just computer generated?

 

Is it real? 

Can we ever be unique?

Dare to be different. 

I thought that this picture would be a good one to start off this post. Even though the pop tab might still be a part of the can unlike the others, it is the same as the others yet different.

Today I found a lot of things pointed towards this idea. Does our clothing make us different? Does it depend what your friends dress like? Do our hairstyles? Does the colour of our skin? Does the religion we believe in? Does the language(s) we speak? Does what we think about? Does anything make us different, or will there always be some one that is like us? Can anyone really be different? Does it matter if we are? Why do we want to be different? Is there a benefit to trying to be different? If so many people are trying to be different, does not trying make us different?

I find it frustrating when people judge others that are different. Sure we have all done it, me included. I have to say the worst thing that could be done, is to criticize someone and say that they cannot be different in front of a large group of people. People have rights. Yes they might use their differences as excuses or as barriers, but there is no reason why you should take away their rights. This embarrasses them, but can also lead to large arguments. The people witnessing it feel awkward and helpless. Should they step in and stand up for someone's opinion? Should they try to stop the argument? Should they tell the person who started it that they were wrong? Was that person wrong? Was it wrong to do nothing and sit by?

What makes you different?

Are we just puppets?

I read someone’s profile last night, and they said some pretty meaningful things.
He talked about us being puppets, unable to control how our lives change. Big moments happen and you cannot do anything to prevent them. He said that it is what you do after them that define you. That is when you realize who you are.
It inspired me to think after every big event, what should I do now? What can I do now?
You have to live each day to the fullest; you never know how many days you have left.


Picture Four

Costa Rica 2006.

Why all the secrecy?

It came across in conversation yesterday, that people who are not "straight" are still scared to show the truth to the world.
It frustrates me that there is still a lot judgment and criticism towards these people. Does a friend have to hide their preference in others secret to keep a friendship? Does a teacher have to hide sexual orientation to keep the peace within the classroom? Does religion hold back happiness of some people? So many questions come to mind about this topic.
I support people who try to find their own happiness, you should not have to marry and "love" someone who you do not even like. You cannot help who you fall in love with, why go through such deep secrets and pain to keep certain people happy? Your happiness should come first, especially if it is not causing harm to anyone else. Why can we not be free to love and be loved? Why do we keep putting others happiness above our own?

Picture Three.

Steamy hot chocolate to warm a cold day.