Sep 30 2008
I’m Gonna Soak Up The Sun
Not really, though. Because then I’ll get skin cancer. Take that, Sheryl Crow.
What I don’t understand about this site is why posting something at 10 o’clock makes it count for the next day. It really narrows down my opportunity to blog, especially considering I need at least three hours for procrastination. That’s not even factoring in sports and homework.
I hate optimists so much, and yet I hate pessimists too. I like realists, but not realists who aren’t really realistic. A lot of self-proclaimed realists (This goes for communists, marxists, socialists, capitalists, and a whole lot more people I frankly don’t feel like naming), aren’t really what they say they are. See, optimists, they’re just annoying. How can they be so arrogant to assume that things are going to turn out right? Same thing with people who think we’re all inherently good. How can they possibly know that? Did GOD tell them?
And pessimists, they’re just as bad. They’re cynical and bitchy and complainers, and they see the worst in everyone, not a great quality. Thinking that people are bad is just as stupid as thinking they’re good. Life is random and made of chemical reactions.
Life is just a word, not a science. For that matter, science is just a word. Words are just words.
Realism is the way to go. But even realism contains too many subjective branches. You can define it however you want.
Evolution is really devolution. I’ll explore this topic later. See posts below for more info on that too.
Do we have to destroy ourselves to become what we are capable of?
The Bermuda Triangle is psychological: the id, the ego, and super-ego.
