Frustration – Philosophy Time!

‘Sup reader? Yeah I know I don’t usually start off with that but hey, everyone needs a change once in awhile, right? Yeah, you know I’m right so stop complaining. Most of this post is going to be meaningless drivel and some lines of philosophical HTML code disguised as plain text so if your a casual reader who just happened to ‘stumble upon’ this then be prepared to have the logical side of your mind blown away…or leave. Seriously. Just kidding. If I could make my blog your homepage I would! That’s a suggestion to all of you who haven’t done so yet, by the way. Anyway, I finally found out why my last post sucked so much! I reasoned for the best half of an hour (yeah just for you guys…feel special…NOW!) and came to the conclusion that no-one likes a post about me lying in bed and doing nothing…so I won’t do posts about my day if that’s all I’ve done for the best part of the day…which is why you won’t get a long story out of this post either. Yep, you heard me. No long posts about my snoring (I don’t snore, seriously). Aren’t you glad!

So, getting back to the post, today I thought I’d talk, type, relay or whatever you call it…about frustration.

Have you ever felt frustrated for along period of time? Years even? Did you withdraw from all those who you felt were responsible for that frustration so they can’t cause more? Do you remember what caused your frustration? Maybe someone lied to you. Maybe someone kept something from you. Maybe you needed un-accessible answers. Either way, whatever the circumstances, you were frustrated.

Frustration isn’t a nice thing to feel, I’ll testify to that, and it, in some people, can take root so deep that is morphs into bitter resentment towards the source of the frustration. It also holds great power. The once bubbly, happy go-lucky guy/girl you used to know is suddenly replaced with a dark foreboding figure who, whenever you try to get close, shuns you and turns in the other direction. It can change a persons morale, dress, character and complete personality, even. Frustration holds the power to do many things, I’ll admit that, but it also has an authority over it. The person in which is dwells. The person in which the frustration has taken root has the power to either contain or expel the feelings within. Unfortunately the latter is often chosen. Containing your frustration only helps it grow and escalate to abnormal proportions and can either do two things: Sink the person into a state of depression and drag those in who are around or, in most cases, bring itself out in anger, hurting those close to the victim of the frustration who often have no connection to the source of their anger. Given the chance, the first consequence of containing frustration will often lead to suicide and the latter consequence leading to an angry psychotic mass-murderer. Most of the times the victims of frustration blame their actions on the source but, as they fail to realise, pain, anger and frustration are all a part of life. It comes in the package. They all had the chance to let out their anger and therefore stop their actions and reactions. All anger is just a heightened and almost twisted form of frustration, too. Many don’t think of frustration this way and place it and anger in two completely different sections where they don’t rightfully belong. All anger comes from frustration and all frustration, if dwelt on, leads to anger. Many people, when they realise they need help and are humble enough to accept it, go for counselling and it often helps them a great deal. Another thing which they usually assume, however, is that counselling will solver the problem. This theory is completely wrong and should not be endorsed by any person at all. No amour of counselling can expel frustration. It may help but, ultimately, you have to choose whether to let it go or not. You can talk and pour out your feelings with an counsellor till your face turns blue but you may still have your anger inside, unwilling to let go. The key is to want to let it go and then go for help because, whilst you are still in that stage of dwelling on it, no one can help you.

There! Done! Good philosophy, eh? Ok maybe some of it was slightly dodgy but I doubt you could to any better! I didn’t take a course in philosophy! What’s that, reader? You think you could do a better explanation?! Go ahead then! I’d like to see you try!

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No hard feelings and all but I think your attempt failed…I mean I can’t even see one letter. Better luck next time then, eh? I’m glad we’re back on even terms, anyway. Or at least we’re on good terms until I miss my next post time.

*shudder*

Might as well do the out-tro then since this post has officially come to an end. What? You don’t want me to finish? Aw you’re so sweet but seriously I need to go. You’ll have to wait till tomorrow. I know I never keep my word but sometimes things come up. You known what I mean? No, the thing that came up was not a lie in…I genuinely had something to do. I’m getting off track pretending like you can actually respond, anyway. So, without further ado, I will now graciously end this mighty post of darkness.

Bless your face. If you coughed or sneezed during the reading of this article then bless you.

Peace Off!

The Faily Mail – Read If You Want To See A Forced Post

Hey, explorer! Reading my posts again? Knew it. Stalker… Not that I mind, of course. It gives me views so you just keep on stalking me and whoever else you follow, ok? Good. Now for today’s post I’d like to first apologise for failing to put up a post in the evening about my day. I failed at my task due to me me falling asleep waiting for a mention from the ever elusive Rhiannon and Brynmawr Jackson-Hyatt. You can check up on our conversations on my Twitter profile. Be warned though, for this is not your average timeline…follow me if you dare…be prepared for talks about flapjacks, pies, pastry and other off-topic things. Anyway, back to reviewing my day.

Err, yeah. At that sentence you wannabe readers are kind of meant to go ‘Review? Day? Aw that’s too much words… *closes browser*’.

Now that I’m left with the hardcore readers only I think it’s time I really started the post…oh I really do love my long introductions…

Slow? Yes. Productive? Kind of. Happy? At the last part…

Those questions and answers could be used to describe my whole day, could they not? But, as you all know, I’m not into these short 200 word posts and skirting the outsides of my day. Oh no. I like to go deep into the day (or as far as possible) and bring out valuable lessons in the day that can help us learn something in life. As you can tell I have not once achieved the latter but, since that sentence was typed off the top of my head, I shall pursue to bring out some life lesson today.

My day was a long and tiring one. It started at 9am and ended at around 11pm when my eye lids couldn’t sustain my vision any longer. Most of my day was spent doing absolutely nothing…and when I say nothing I do mean nothing. I moped around, read FanFiction stories, pondered…and pretty much sat in bed all day. In short, my day was completely meaningless. Until 5:30. Why 5:30 you ask? Well I went to Pathfinders and, while I was there, my day took on a whole new meaning (excuse the exaggeration). I finally got to talk to my long lost friend/confidant Rhiannon and that was all that was good about it. Yep. That was the only highlight of my day. Nothing more than meeting a friend. Of course there were other people there that I consider acquaintances but I don’t really talk with them on the level I do with my close friends.

I’ll be completely honest with you now, dear reader. I am completely appalled by that post. I don’t know of you are but I am definitely not happy with the way that turned out. It seemed more of a forced post to me. I had good ideas for the perfect post yesterday but obviously it only would’ve worked in the spur of the moment. So, next time I have an idea I’ll be sure to put it up ASAP. That ok with you? Thought so. Anyway, sorry to cut this short to all those who are reading but at around noon I’ll have some quality writing ready for you. No! Don’t leave yet though! I need to give you your blessing…

Bless your face. If you coughed or sneezed during the reading of this article then bless you.

Peace Off!

Just Like Playing A Game – Life

Good evening intrepid reader! What’s that? You don’t like long drawn-out introductions like the one I am doing and, by the time you’re reading this, will have done? That really is such a shame…cause you’re gonna have to live with it! Muhuhahaha! Seriously though I really love my drawn out intros…was thinking of doing a talk show on YouTube the other day. Any ideas? Anyway, as usual, I digress into other subjects witch are best left to a later time or, in this case, post. Just a note before I carry on to tell you as to why this post is titled the way it is, I am finally classed as more insane than Sadia and Dijah put together! Here is the Twitter quote:

@Stairhopper just read your blog post… must say you crazier the my and dijah put together lol
#JustSayin
Twitter for Android • 15/08/2011 23:47

Oh yes! Hard, cold evidence! Or is it cold, hard evidence? I never really payed attention to all those 1960′s secret agent films at my Grandma’s… The screen capture of the Twitter message can be found below…sitting smugly at the base…supporting the whole structure of the post like C++ at the base of explorer.exe and Cocoa at the base of finder.app…

Again I stray like a lamb from the fold. So, without further ado, (I’ve always wanted to say that) I present to you the main message of my post:

You, dear reader, are still wondering why my post is entitled ‘Just Like Playing A Game – Life’ aren’t you? Well you’re in luck! Cause I’m about to explain to you why…

I often ponder…scratch that…I ponder too often…yeah that’s better. Anyways. When I ponder all sorts of absurd thing can creep into my mind and those although are often heavily influenced by what I’ve been spending most of my time doing which, in this circumstance, was gaming. Not just any games, though. Oh no I’m far too sophisticated for that. I had been playing Assassin’s Creed Brotherhood most of the time alongside Minecraft and as I was thinking I suddenly had a moment in which I was looking at myself through a third person view…it was kind of scary at first but it soon returned to normal. I then started to think about what life would be like if it actually was a game. Of course many people already think of life as ‘a game with no extra lives’ which is completely true. There are no 1up’s like Mario and no desynchronisation like in Assassin’s Creed. No respawns like in all popular FPS and no Elika in Prince Of Persia. But of course we all know that life isn’t a game. I just wonder what it would be like if we came back from death and had unlimited lives or had some sort of guardian angel who literally couldn’t let us die. Maybe I’m just getting delusional…I don’t know…maybe my 63 no-hit kill streak on AC is getting to my head or maybe it’s my four story house with three level basement on Minecraft that makes me wish it were real life…anywho I’m off this mind bending neurological twisting philosopher boat till my head stops hurting.

The three completely unrelated facts of the day are back:

1) I often want the grass to be blue.

2) I love the cold and dark…but seriously don’t take that as my personality.

3) My sister owns a pink ‘Hello Kitty’ scooter…I often ride it when she’s not at home…

Howdy, reader! Made it this far did you? Congratulations! Don’t worry your efforts will soon be rewarded with a personal blessing and that photo I promised you since the…third paragraph? I’m too lazy to scroll back up so I’ll leave it to you to count. Anyway, young heroes…and heroines…your prize awaits!

Bless your face. It you coughed or sneezed during the reading of this article then bless you.

Peace Off!

Dear Reader

Now listen up, reader. I don’t know what you’re hear for or why you came to my blog but if you’ve already read down to here then either you’re bored and stumbled upon this page by accident or you’re one of my regular peeps who get my posts on the mail. So, to all you new, wannabe readers: Hey there! To read up on me (no I don’t have a Wiki on my life yet) go to the about page to find out about my life background, experiences and interests. It may help you understand some of my posts. To all my regular (subliminal reference to The Regular Show intended) followers: Welcome back! I’ve missed you so much you wouldn’t believe it! I was thinking of going emo. Any thoughts/objections? No, I don’t have nachos, by the way. Anyway, enough of the introductions, let’s sift the determined post readers from the saps who can’t read more than ten lines of HTML code…although you’re not viewing that anyway…If you’ve already read down to here, by the way, then keep going. Good things come to those who wait…and food always comes to those who love to cook (Ratatouille reference intended).

Sap Sifting Lines Approaching!

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So. You made it down here? Impressive! You, dear reader, are obviously not as easily fooled as I thought! I guess you have a bog enough screen to see the entire post anyway. Cheater. Next time I play you in a game of Carcassonne I will show you what it’s like to lose. Anyway, enough with my meaningless drivel…although I am told by certain sources that that’s all I ever speak anyway…let me begin to parse, construe, define, interpret and…oh to hell with the thesaurus I’ll never get through all those words…*sigh*…I’ll just outline my day to you…alright? Well then…what are you waiting for?! Read the next chapter already! I don’t type my day out to have you ignore it and read my meaningless type! See! You’re still reading! Fine. You know what. I’ll just start the paragraph myself!

Today was somewhat interesting…to say the most (no that was not a typo) and, for all those who didn’t deduce the meaning of that backwards phrase…my day was, to put it bluntly, boring until around 9pm. My day started of as usual with the 6am wake-up alarm, breakfast at 10am call and all the motherly nags in-between. A guaranteed headache ensued after the last one. So I spent most of my day indoors going delirious thinking it was Tuesday and even got ready for Pathfinders! I eventually came back to Monday from my trip to the future and realised how little I had done most of the day. I started being productive and updated you guys with a well deserved post as you experienced veteran readers will know and also got some animation done. I also got down to 32 applications! Go me! The pictures are below…but don’t skip! You cant cheat! You’ve got to read the rest of the post first you lazy, good-for-nohing Cheetah! What did I say earlier if you were paying attention?! Good things come to those who wait! Get it in your head! Anyway, fast-forwarding at the speed of light to 9pm: I had an interesting discussion with Sadia and Kadijah over Twitter in which I mostly sat on the sidelines of whilst they talked about beans, which types on beans they were, something about toning and muscles (why does my spell checker correct that to Toni & Guy?!) and various other things of which I refused to take part in, lest I look as insane, unhinged, psychotic and psychopathic as they did…which would forever tarnish my public name. Unfortunately our 14 year-old Kadijah had stayed up past her bedtime and had to go, effectively killing the conversation (she’s known for her brutality) and leaving me and Sadia all alone. Needless to say I decided to write this post at that point and that is what I am (for me) and have (for the reader) doing (for me) and done (for the reader). I have to admit you’re really persistent in reading my post! If you’ve made it this far then go grab a beer and celebrate! Just kidding! Stay here you’re underage. Go get a cookie instead…

I now present to you the three meaningless facts of the day! Whoop!

1) I need new draws!

2) I often play life like I would Assassin’s Creed but with no ‘desynchronisation’ fallback…

3) My deja-vu always revolves around one person since I’ve met them…and from what I can tell and have taken part in during my dreams I think it’s safe to say I have a 90% chance of being married to that person by the time I’m 21.

God-Dangit reader! You weren’t meant to get this far! Didn’t your mother tell you to keep prying eyes off other people information?! That seems highly unlikely if you’re still reading on! I mean, come on! It’s not like I’m sneaking another chapter of meaningless nonsense to wind you up and waste your time down here! Oh no that would be highly unacceptable! Against my own moral code, in fact! Seriously though why are you still here? Go have that beer I told you about…scrap that grab some coffee. I need some too, to be honest. Hey! Don’t get that coffee yet! If you get two make sure you make one straight black coffee with 5 blocks of sugar! Don’t stir it! Yes I know I’m unhealthy having straight black coffee but what can I say? It keeps me awake on important projects for people and whatnot. Anyway it’s about time I closed this post…I’ll kind of do it now…ASAP even…I like that acronym…anyone else like it? Yeah I know it’s too cool to be described! That’s why you’re speechless! Ah I love it when I type to myself and no-one answers back :’) No annoying popups get in the way *happy sniffle*. Serious now though I’m closing the post..so LEAVE!

In the famous words of T.T:

Bless your face. If you coughed or sneezed during the reading of this article then bless you.

Peace Off!