Now when you ask someone to do something for you, like not give something to someone, not to post that picture of you on MySpace. etc.
Then they say, “Okay, I won’t.”
You feel though you can trust them, they promised they wouldn’t.
But then a week later they kick it all in your face.
You find they did exactly what you asked them not to.

Now if you asked them not to do it for a reason, lets say there are people in the photo that haven’t given permission to be posted on a website, or there are people in a video that haven’t granted permission for other people to watch it.

Even with all this.

It doesn’t matter.

All that matters is you went against my word, you said, “Okay I won’t,”
Both of you did.

And yet you went against my word, thinking, ‘Its okay, he won’t know.’

Well I ask,

Would it be okay for me to post pictures of you on websites and not tell you, oh, of course, you think its okay, as long as you don’t know.

Would it be okay for you to ask me not to post a video of you on YouTube and I say okay, but then go and do it anyway.

So much for that trust.

I hope your reading. You know who you are.

And even if your not the person I’m talking about.

Learn from it.

So much for that saying!!!! Don’t judge a book by it’s cover . . . sigh

This is aimed at you adults out there, no don’t go searching yourself for the little red dot moving across your chest, just read.

When I was in the later years of primary school teachers and adults would smile at you when they saw you, your parents would treat you like a human being.
Then the moment you hit High School it all changes.
Your parents seem to think that your a disturbed creature that no one understands, parents move their kids away as you walk past and some teachers give you the ‘he’s just a stupid kid’ look.

Why? What is it about ‘teen’ years that disturbs all you adults, they think we have gone weird or something? I had my dad thinking I was going to commit suicide for some reason, he kept talking about 5 kids somewhere in the world killed themselves because of cyber bullying. Seriously come on, I HAVEN’T GONE LOOPY!!! I AM A HUMAN BEING LIKE YOU!!! SERIOUSLY!!!
And no, above I wasn’t talking about the Channel Ten ad . . .
(Note: Dad if your reading and you didn’t think that I was going to commit suicide then sorry, but that seriously made me think you were concerned about it.)

Now, I have reasonably long hair for a boy, not past my shoulders, but considered long.
And apparently people with longer hair are the ones that don’t give a stuff about anything, because apparently they don’t care about their appearance and getting it cut and all.
I do care about my appearance, and schoolwork and all. The whole reason I have longer hair is because it makes my appearance look better!!! And I’ve been putting off the hair cutting thing because last time I got a hair cut the hair dresser decided to go into the land of fairy tales and left me walking out of the salon looking like Peter Pan.
So don’t judge people with long hair to be careless and disturbed! I mean women have long hair! . . .Oh hang on . . . forget everything that I just said . . . people with long hair ARE careless . . .
No just kidding . . . (Sorry females who just read that . . . even if it may be true. Kidding)

Don’t judge people with long hair to be careless, don’t judge teenagers to be disturbed and in their own little world.

We are human.

I had someone trying to hook me up,
Makes me feel mad personally, how do they know what people I like?
They said, “You should go out with such and such,” obviously without the ‘such and such’ in their sentence, they used the person’s name.

Why be angry about it? Because they are picking on me being the clever one again. This time in a way that they think obviously isn’t offensive, they haven’t thought to think through their pathetic sentences and join the dots and think of what the end result could be.
They obviously haven’t realised that saying ‘You’re cool’ all the time to make you feel better after picking on you doesn’t work! Well those without any senses whatsoever.

So how does “You should go out with such and such,” offend me once more?
Well that such and such happened to be the other bright spark of the classroom, so again they are taking the fact that I am clever, and that the other person is clever and suddenly believing, oh yes perfect match!
Get your minds out of the gutter, this isn’t a game of snap, the 7’s don’t always have to be matched with their partner, they can be matched with the 9’s and Aces.

Then what gets me even more, is I walk over to monitor the piece of plastic sitting on the heater (We are in MDT making stuff with plastic, sorry if that didn’t makes sense . . .)
And the friend of the girl who had come up to me and had said the stuff before, grabbed my face and said, “You two would be perfect.”
I pushed her hands away from my face, which made her say, “Gawd don’t be such a retard.”
“Sorry,” I reply, “But I don’t like strangers grabbing at my face.”
“I’m not a stranger,” she says, “I’m a person in your class.”

Now!! Here is an objection to that!!!
Just because someone is in your class doesn’t mean you know them, to her all I am labeled as is the smart-arse of the class who she gets annoyed about because she obviously can’t get it into her mind that some people try in life. Some people don’t say, I can’t, I won’t. Some people do their very best, not just slack off and say, “Yeah that will do.”

And if she is reading this again, she’ll say retard, spoc all that rubbish,
She’ll read this thinking, can’t believe he did this.
Or maybe she has just realised that other people are not emotionless crash-test dummies that walk around doing nothing!!!
There are other people in your world, so get use to it!

In the end the human race hasn’t achieved anything, right down to it we are no more clever than our monkey relatives. Walking off in groups, ignoring those that they think are less important than they are.

Thankyou for reading, whether you read this in thought or simply come here every now and then to get a laugh out of my ranting.

Thanks,

Sigh,

Oh well, life is such.

Everyday, every hour. Every single second of your life.
Getting up walking around meeting all these people, all these animals.
Walking with the gravel crunching under your every step like the silence in a cold dark room. Take away the background sounds, what do you hear? A silence echoing sound crackling beneath you.
What is the point of all this? Why am I saying this? What is this posts purpose?

I could be awakening you, or just talking to myself in an endless eternity of madness.

All these things in your life seem so real, the water, the sky, the trees, the wind, the people.
But what is real? Real is when something is just something you have known since a young kid, your parents would tell you that the Thunderbirds or stuff like Powerrangers isn’t real, that it was made up, Fictional.
But if you were to grow up in an entirely different world, one where gravity pushes instead of pulls, one where the sky glows a dreamy red and the wind is never cold. One that the rain falls down hot and volcanoes erupt cold slippery ice.
To you, this would seem real. You would have grown up with it, your parents would have told you about stuff that was real or not. Eventually you would have been able to determine yourself whether something was real or not when you were old enough to.

But did you ever have the thought, maybe this world isn’t real. Impossile? No, for all you know you could be strapped into some machine somewhere in a misty lab.

“But I can feel pain and the water!” you may say, but how do you really know it’s real???
What you feel could be the machine controlling your senses by different zaps to your fingers.
You think you know what water feels like but if you grew up with it then you would think that’s what water feels like. It’s like someone feeding you Oil and telling you its maple syrip. You wouldn’t know if that’s what you grew up with, that was the knowledge you were told by the person.
Think, we could be in a simulation, everything around us, people, places. All simulated fake items, the world around you, fake.

What makes it even worse, you can hold someone and look them in the eyes and ask them if they are real. They will say yes, but if this is in the machine they would be telling you that. They don’t want you to know!

All the games, videos, trees. Could be all made up.

For those that are religeous it could tie in to, did you ever think that maybe you are the only human on the whole planet. Everyone else just a imagination, a dream someone that isn’t real, just instructed to do different things at different times.

I could have been instructed to write this. I could be a simulation, someone who isn’t real.

Or I could be the opposite, I could be sitting here in a whirlpool of sadness and confusion. The lonely human, the only one.

But it’s something you can never know . . .