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- Name: confusticated
When all doors are open to you, and all windows barred, it gets hard to choose. This life is too confusticating...
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Eee? Heh. Some people say there's a different person seen from everyone that looks at us, and our identity is found in the way we are viewed.
I always hated that perspective.
yea. imagine some insane serial rapist/murderer. you'd look like a roast chicken.
well we just can't described by words.... everyone is different and changing time by time..
I find that who we are changes over time.
When we are young, we are judged by who our parents are.
When we are of schooling age, we are judged by the school that we go to.
When we work, we are judged by our profession.
yea. can you imagine if we stayed the same all the time, ceusm? like, cannot work your way to those fabulous abs. hell.
and when we die, we're judged by how many roast pigs we have at our funeral, and what songs they choose to play, jushie. "who the hell is elton john?"
I think therefore I am?
I am who I am. That's who I need. To be myself.
And darndest, maths really crunches when it applies to life.
Life can't be boiled down to simple equations... As long as you get the diamond cut and the cat skinned, it should be ok.... but then again, the way to do it...make sure it's for the best of all.... including yourself.
zI hate maths too :)
Paul
defiant, sometimes i wonder if thought is a sign of transcendence. like, the matrix.
indeed, joshua. i am that i am. or something close. ahahah!
okay, alex. we need to complicated the equations. ahahaha.
yes, paul. gah. maths. at least no more for the next month. whee.
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