In lieu of writing a new post today because of the gradual decline in the quality of my posts over the last six months, I've decided to call up some of my very first posts. I'll copy and paste them here rather than have you dig through the catacombs, but I would also like you to take a look at the top 5 I have listed if you haven't and also the most controversial. So here's two posts from way back in March of last year.
Wednesday, March 17, 2004
"I really need to beef this thing up with a series of good blog-esque posts, so here's another, this time on what it means to be a man. (by man I mean person, but man sounds better and it is better)I see these fool children in school, and I wonder what the mental process is that drives them. My motivation is knowing that I am a member of the greatest race on Earth. (by race I mean species, but race sounds better and it is better) As a man, it is not only my ability, but my duty to live up to my potential. There are people in this world who have conditions which disable them from functioning properly. These mentally and physically disabled individuals drive me to make the most out of my situation. Because I have a functional mind and body, it is my duty to myself and my community to make the best of my abilities. A mind is indeed a terrible thing to waste. I regret the last several years of my life because I have become a monument to mediocrity. I have slipped quietly through the system and have done what I needed to do. Anyone can do that. The great one are those that take full advantage of their abilities. I could have been in the top twenty in my class, but I am a slacker, I am 93rd. Good enough for Wilmington, but I could have done more. But what's truly sad, is these kids that can fail theatre, these kids that do absolutely nothing when they could easily do what they are capable of. I don't understand their mentality. Mine has always been to do what is asked of me, not because of the punishment I will receive if I don't, but simply because it needs to be done. My father never gave me any great speeches or great words of advice, not even that infamous 'man-to-man- talk'. He simply showed us how a great man lives, and that is how I intend to live. I'm not even sure he was aware of all he taught us simply through his actions: I am just now beginning to understand everything he did. There was never any opposition to his rule, either, there was never any reason to. You do what you are supposed to do because that's just the way things are done. Call me old-fashioned, but there's no excuse for acting like a damn fool for no good reason."
And the Lord spake unto the masses@ 6:40 PM
"A word on being one's self. I hear a lot these days about 'being yourself' and quite frankly it pisses me off. First we must ask, what truly is the self? A man is more than his genes; he is that plus his experiences. But a man is more than the sum of his experiences; he is that plus his own interpretation of those experiences. But it is previous experiences which define his interpretations. So essentially, there is no self outside of the environment, the self is the environment. My self happens to have no reality. I have no real voice or real personality. That is because my self is in fact the lack thereof. It is my nature to assume the voice and character of fiction, just as it is someone else's nature to be something or other. A man's self is whatever it is most natural for him to be. For me to 'be myself' is to be a character. I can be my self, but that self is not me.
Watson, just be yourself.
Alright, which one?"
And the Lord spake unto the masses@ 6:24 PM
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