When I become a father I will tell my children that they shouldn't think on the future as to what occupation they want, but on what sort of person they want to become. Also I will teach them they should reply to the question, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" With what they want to be like as a person, and not an occupation. This way maybe those pestering adults will know that life is not defined by a job. Also just imagine that conversation.
Random brainwashed by society adult: What do you want to be when you grow up?
Child: I want to be happy.
Random brainwashed by society adult: Oh, thats nice. * proceeds questions his/her existence*
Ok I doubt thats how it would work out, but I would definitely put more emphasis that they should think more on what sort of person they want to be rather then what job they will have.
I would love to see more stories, where instead of the hero executing the antagonist in a fury of rage/revenge, the antagonist shows remorse and the hero offers forgiveness.
Vagabond, I really like that word. Vagabonds are the real MVPs.
"I'm cold cut thin slice." A quote from my sister.
There is a part of me that doesn't like to be told stuff.... AND IT NEEDS TO SHUT UP!!
There are two types of old people in this world. Those who offer you awesome candy that you can never find in stores. Then those who offer you candy that might make you try to kill your tongue.
My interactions with people can be best described by the following. (More or less an exaggeration)
Me: hi (omgoodness I'm so bothersome)
Person: hi what's up?
Me: nothing (I'm sorry for my existence.)
*conversation proceeds for a bit*
Me: (oh I guess I'm not bothering them too much)
Person: ok I gtg
Me: ok later (WHAT HAVE I DONE!)
It was recently brought to my attention that when talking about pop culture the term to best describe me would be, 'living under a rock, in Japan'.
The girl's yelling continued. She stood close to the flames, only moving when they brushed against her. Her head jerked aggressively with every outburst. Her tears flicked off her cheeks into the fire. Her clothes chard. Her skin blistered.
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Thoughts of a slightly narcissistic soul.
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