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I don’t believe

Tuesday, February 2nd, 2010 at 3:13 am

I don’t believe in heaven.
I don’t believe in hell.
I don’t believe in afterlife.
I don’t believe in soul mates.
I don’t believe in God.
I don’t believe in destiny.
I don’t believe in fate.
I don’t believe in time travel.
I don’t believe in superpowers.
I don’t believe in angels.
I don’t believe in demons.
I don’t believe in ghosts.
I don’t believe in unicorns.
I don’t believe in zombies.
I don’t believe in magic.
i don’t believe in prayer.
I don’t believe in reincarnation.

One item of possible controversy, my doubt of God. I believe there is no grand scheme of my life. Of anyone’s life. The decisions I make today are reflected in the journey I have tomorrow. I have faith in myself. I am tested by no one. I serve no one. I am me.

Social Anxiety Disorder (Social Phobia): Eating infront of people

Saturday, January 30th, 2010 at 8:16 pm

Everyone’s scared of something. While I’m not particularly “scared” of this, eating infront of people makes me very uncomfortable. Uncomfortable to the point of if I had to, I would always choose to eat alone. Uncomfortable to the point of possibly psychologically tricking myself into be full earlier than I would be if I ate alone. Uncomfortable to the point of screaming out “DON’T LOOK AT ME!!” in the midst of eating with others. Okay, I made that last one up.

What I believe to be the start of my phobia occurred in grade 11-12. I was out at a dinner with some co-workers (I worked at Kumon, a math tutoring school). I was eating some ice cream and this girl across from me (co-worker) was giggling. I couldn’t figure out why, I WAS eating in a funny way, kind of to make her laugh, but…when I asked why she was laughing, she wouldn’t tell me. Later that night, while thinking about it, I came to my own conclusion that it was the way I held my spoon. While this may not have been the cause of her laughter, I came to a self-realization. I, for about 17~ years, had been holding my spoons and forks like this:


My parents, who aren’t particularly civilized themselves when they eat, never corrected me and for my whole life, that (the image above) had been my natural way of using a utensil and eating. Even now, at the age of 27, I naturally hold utensils that way as it’s more comfortable.

While I do, when I remember, hold a fork like so:

I don’t think I’ll ever forget my embarrassment and the realization of being 17~ years old and not knowing one of the simplest of table manners.

The issue with this realization was that, for my whole life, I had been doing something incorrectly and never corrected. What other obvious manners have I never been aware of? What other social norms do I continue to break? This has led to a whole level of self-consciousness and while I know I’m self-conscious of many things, I’m very aware of this one. I recognize that it’s irrational but I don’t know if there’s anything I can do about it.

The lesson is: when you have kids, make sure to teach them everything you can. But don’t pass on your unexplained phobias, disorders, and issues. Let them choose their own path in life, just guide them to being good people. And train them in video games because the heightened reaction time will save their lives when the aliens and robots attack.

I don’t know what type of person I am

Wednesday, January 27th, 2010 at 11:27 pm

Too late to read scary Manga. Too late to read asp.NET. Too early to sleep.

Honestly, some of these posts aren’t really meant to be read, they’re a form of self-analysis and introspection. They aren’t interesting, except maybe to myself. But I will write what’s on my mind. And you will read what you choose to read.

Am I a:
Introvert or Extrovert? or Ambivert?
Optimist or Pessimist? or Realist?
Ninja or Pirate? or …NinjaPirate?

Is the glass half empty or half full?
While this blog was named on a whim, I find it expresses myself very accurately in that…I don’t know what type of person I am. While I might believe I know myself best, it’s obvious that others see me differently and, depending on the circumstances, view me in completely different ways than I would believe.

Introvert or Extrovert? or Ambivert? – I’ve always thought of myself as an introvert. But I’ve been known to display extrovert characteristics frequently enough that some might believe I’m an extrovert. Perhaps I’m an Ambivert…sharing characteristics of both.

Optimist or Pessimist? or Realist? – I’ve always thought of myself as an optimist. I believe people are generally good, I believe that things will always work out for the best. But I also believe that there are scum on the Earth. People that don’t deserve the life they’ve been given. And that the human population would sooner destroy itself and the Earth than be destroyed by any other means. Realist?

Ninja or Pirate? or …NinjaPirate? – Okay, this one I’m sure of. I’m a Ninja over a pirate. But that question is irrelevant to my identity. I think.

I find it pretty unbelievable that I’m so…neutral. I’m still trying to find out who I am after so many years. I would have thought I’d know by now. I’m confident but insecure. I’m loud but shy. I’m quiet but sociable. I’m arrogant but humble. I work hard but I’m lazy. I love to sleep but I love to stay up as long as possible.

What do you think?
Introvert or Extrovert? or Ambivert?
Optimist or Pessimist? or Realist?
Ninja or Pirate? or …NinjaPirate?

Don’t you 0 people reading answer all at once now y’hear?

Is my Zodiac (Gemini) the reason for my being indecisive and fickle?

Wednesday, January 27th, 2010 at 5:42 pm

Dr. Sheldon Cooper from the Big Bang Theory Season 1, Episode 1 would reply that I “participate in the mass cultural delusion that the sun’s apparent position relative to arbitrarily defined constellations at the time of your birth somehow affects your personality.”

Despite the above statement, I always feel like I have 2 minds, arguing and counter-arguing with each other. They both bring up valid points with specific logic and reasoning. I, too often, make a reasonable, rational decision but after giving the issue more thought, decide on another completely reasonable, rational decision. I don’t know why this is but it’s a common Gemini trait.

Hm. I’ve decided to abruptly stop my post here. Doing research on Gemini traits, I realize going forward that any further writings will only have value if you, yourself are a Gemini. In the case you are not, I’m fairly sure you would lose interest.

Two things I will try not to write about going forward are posts that are relevant to some people, but not all, and dreams. I believe that while dreams are interesting, they are mostly only interesting to the individual that has them. Everyone has dreams. Everyone has strange dreams. I personally don’t find it particularly interesting hearing or reading about another’s dreams (sorry Clint, this isn’t actually directed at you, it’s just came up on an unrelated tangent). Dreams are unexplained phenomenon. They (possibly) reflect what someone might be feeling around the time of the dream but their significance, imo, is little. Now I’m sure there’s backlash on that statement because hey, everyone can recount a dream that was significant or strange or important. But that’s just it, EVERYONE can. What’s a riddle that everyone knows the answer to? Worthless.

OMG remind me never to write a story, I’m all friggin frakin’ over the place.

I blame being a Gemini.

Writing and Overthinking

Wednesday, January 27th, 2010 at 11:57 am

I’ve discovered that I rather enjoy writing. My audience is probably only me at the moment, but regardless, I have personal satisfaction as I find it a very cathartic experience. My mind is working and thinking about things in ways that I haven’t experienced in years. I’ve always known that I’m an overthinker. I analyze situations in every possible way imaginable and because of my imagination, sometimes my ideas are pretty out there. It should be noted that I also tend to overcomplicate situations, overanalyze them, and completely miss the most direct solutions -_-;. But anyways, I find that writing my thoughts down leaves my mind mentally satisfied. I wish I could convey my thoughts better in written form but I’ll assume that will come with time and practice. I’ve got quite a few rants that I’ve saved up in my head over the years, it will take time to write them, and write them well, but I’m excited to get the ideas out there. I never would have assumed I would like to write. I hate reading. I did poor in English (it was certainly no math or science). Would I consider this a new hobby? Hm. I just might.