tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45144972839457956572023-11-15T10:59:55.840-08:00Environmentally ChallengedMundaneMeowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01368241382576149722noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514497283945795657.post-17193429230907199752021-07-10T14:02:00.000-07:002021-07-10T14:02:46.012-07:00A Response to my 13 Year Old Self: More unposted drafts<p><span style="color: #e69138;"> "Yesterday, I created a world for myself. It has always been there but I
could not see it unless I changed my perspective. The world is different
if only you look upside-down. Then it becomes my world. No one else is
there because they are afraid to look ridiculous for the sake of social
normality. It seems to me that most of our problems are those that we
create ourselves. And to think, you still look ridiculous to me because
you are the ones that are standing on the ceiling.<br /></span>
<span style="color: #e69138;"><br />
It is interesting to see all of the clocks so close to the floor"</span></p><p>I haven't done that since then. I should try it some time. <br /></p><p> </p><p> </p><p><span style="color: #e69138;">"My sea is made of stars."</span></p><p>Pretty.</p><p><span style="color: #e69138;"><br />
"My brain is full of clouds."</span></p><p>You should see a doctor about that</p><p><span style="color: #e69138;"><br />
"My heart is filled with love."</span></p><p>Incorrect, it's filled with blood</p><p><br />
<span style="color: #e69138;">"My eyes see."</span></p><p>Yeah, I would hope so<br />
<br />
<span style="color: #e69138;">"If you can open your eyes to my world you will see.<br />
I look at my world snow and no one is here.<br />
Where are you?<br />
I need you,<br />
but you cannot draw water from an empty well.<br />
How do you expect to help others if you cannot help yourself."</span></p><p><span style="color: #e69138;">Can you stop projecting inner turmoil for like 10 seconds? <br />
<br />
"How can I love myself if they hate me because they hate themselves.<br />
In a world where people hate even themselves how are we supposed to help the Earth.<br />
The Earth loves us but out of the hate for ourselves we kill it."</span></p><p>It's not you, it's the corporations and billionaires. Failing to recycle a plastic bottle didn't set the ocean on fire, it's the greed of people so removed from the rest of the populace that they cannot fathom compassion anymore. Oh, forgot to tell you that, the ocean is on fire now. Happy 2021.<br />
<br />
<span style="color: #e69138;">"I have longed to be someone special for so long but I am who I am.<br />
I cannot change myself but I would die for a good cause."</span></p><p>You would have died for anything, you were depressed.</p><p><br />
<span style="color: #e69138;">"I am thirteen. How old are you?"</span></p><p>Eighteen.</p><p><br />
<span style="color: #e69138;">"It doesn't matter."</span></p><p>Wow, rude</p><p><br />
<span style="color: #e69138;">"Whatever YOU can do to help the very ground WE stand on, whatever it takes,<br />
it's WORTH IT."</span></p><p>I don't know how to help. The task seems hopeless and insurmountable sometimes, but I am still trying. I doubt motivation blog posts will fix systemic issues, but it was a good effort. Not to be a nihilist, I really do still hope that together we can make this better. You, me, and the world of people making a good effort.<br />
<span style="color: #e69138;"><br />
"My mind works differently than yours.<br />
It is ok that you don't understand.<br />
But to me, instead of spending your life learning how to die, spend it learning how to LIVE."</span></p><p>Practice what you preach. From where I'm standing - well actually I'm sitting like a boiled shrimp in my office chair - you've still got a ways to go.<br />
<br />
<span style="color: #e69138;">""Every time she closed her eyes, she dreamed of paradise" - Coldplay"</span></p><p>A Coldplay lyric. Classy. What a weird video. Do you think there was someone at a pitch meeting that was like "what imagery do you want for a song about sadness and escapism from the mundane?" "I was thinking maybe an elephant on a unicycle" <br /></p><p><br />
</p><p><br />
</p><p><span style="color: #e69138;">"Yesterday was the last day of one story and the beginning of a new one.<br />
I learned so much, I laughed too hard, I failed, I passed, I failed better the next time.<br />
There are no words that I can find to describe all of the pain, the happiness, the fun.<br />
There were struggles that made me cry, but there were so many more times
that gave me joy and hope and magical mammals (Inside Joke)."</span></p><p>I don't remember what the joke was. Wish I did. I don't remember all of these feelings either. <br />
<br />
<span style="color: #e69138;">"There are so many different people on this planet. You will most likely
never meet all of them. But the wonderful people that I have met these
past two years are the most crazy gathering of nine people I have ever
known."</span></p><p>Still true. I wonder what they're doing now?<br />
<span style="color: #e69138;"><br />
"There was our teacher, who, up until yesterday, never realized how much
she ordered us around. She also doesn't realize that we never cared that
she told us to clean up, get packed, do this, do that. We loved her
because we knew she was just being mother-ish. She wanted to prepare us
for everything in the future. She gave us locks for lockers and wouldn't
let us leave until we had unlocked them three times. She gave us latin
roots, she taught us how to diagram a sentence, she showed us how the
economy works, she gave us music, she gave us inspiration, and most of
all, she gave us our little school."</span></p><p><span style="color: #e69138;"><span style="color: black;">... </span><br /></span></p><p><br />
</p>MundaneMeowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01368241382576149722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514497283945795657.post-57847264767015128522021-07-08T22:17:00.000-07:002021-07-08T22:17:16.285-07:00A Response to my 13 Year Old Self: Post<p> Wow, what an inventive title..</p><p><span style="color: #e69138;">"For some reason life has become stressful. Even the thought of sleeping
is stressful."</span></p><p><span style="color: #e69138;"><span style="color: black;">You're counting down the seconds until you die in your head all the time. Of course that's stressful.</span> <br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #e69138;">"Can I wake up on time for school?"</span></p><p><span style="color: #e69138;"><span style="color: black;">You were so repetitively late that by the last day of school, everyone gathered to celebrate "our last morning ritual *sniff*" and all you had to say was "wait, we had a morning ritual?"</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #e69138;"><span style="color: black;">You... don't fix it.. </span> <br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #e69138;">"Can I go to bed at the
right time and not stay up for three hours staring at the ceiling? Will
today be the day I wake up on time and not feel like crap?"</span></p><p>I have no clue why our insomnia changed. I sleep pretty normally now. Perhaps a little too much. Only like 10 hours. Is that bad? <br /></p><p><span style="color: #e69138;">"When do I get
my alarm clock working?"</span></p><p>Oh.. right..that. Um... <br /></p><p><span style="color: #e69138;">"At what time do I have to wake up to feel like
there are enough hours in the day?"</span></p><p>It's on a randomizer. Most days you wake up refreshed and then get panicked that you've wasted your life and try to fix it all, but by then it's like 11:30 and the day is over. Rinse and repeat<br /></p><p><span style="color: #e69138;">"When will people stop telling me to
go to bed earlier as if it's an easy task?"</span></p><p>When you actually stop going to bed super late <br /></p><p><span style="color: #e69138;">"WHEN WILL I STOP BEING
STRESSED ABOUT SLEEPING?"</span></p><p>IT JUST KINDA HAPPENS. I WISH I COULD TELL YOU HOW I DID IT, BUT I HONESTLY CAN'T REMEMBER. WHY ARE WE YELLING?!<br />
<br />
<span style="color: #e69138;">"I want to do something fun other than just spending my life on the
computer."</span></p><p> Yeaaahhh, uh.. about that...<br /></p><p><span style="color: #e69138;">"I try to think of fun things but nothing interests me. I want
to travel the world, save lives, find lost treasure, fight dragons, keep
dragons as pets. I read too many books, watch too many movies. I'm not a
hero, I'm a girl in middle school who likes to play video games."</span></p><p>Now, you're a girl in <i>college</i> who watches too many TV shows and likes to play video games. <br />
<br />
<span style="color: #e69138;">"I feel like wearing whatever is in the back of my closet no longer suits
me. I want to change my look."</span></p><p>You wear exclusively solid-color t-shirts and jeans now. For every occasion.. Sometimes you wear a jacket or a hoodie and.. I'm still the same person, aren't I? Oh well ¯\_(ツ)_/¯</p><p><span style="color: #e69138;">"I look scary in makeup,"</span></p><p>Still true <br /></p><p><span style="color: #e69138;">"I am too lazy to
try "10 second hairstyles for lazy girls" because you need the new
"Tresemme super-hair-holder" or something, and I hate shopping.Grrr."</span></p><p>I just want the even lazier route and got a clothing subscription box. And you just switch between a half-up bun and having your hair down, no (INSERT BRAND NAME) needed.<br />
<br />
<span style="color: #e69138;">"I feel as though I am <strike>empty</strike> <strike>sad</strike> <strike>confused</strike> <strike>irritated</strike> <strike>stressed</strike> <strike>a teenager</strike> I don't know."</span></p><p>Maybe. But all of those things are impermanent. Doesn't make them mean less, but it does change <br /></p>MundaneMeowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01368241382576149722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514497283945795657.post-84335321074248018802021-07-08T21:34:00.006-07:002021-07-08T22:12:56.737-07:00A Response to my 13 Year Old Self: Alone<p><span style="color: #e69138;">"Am I alone? Does anyone read my blog at all? The most page views I have
ever had was 18! Two of those were other people, the rest was me."</span></p><p>God, what a loser lol<br />
<br />
<span style="color: #e69138;">"Am I alone? Are there really other people? Is everyone I know a hologram? A robot? Figments of my imagination?"</span></p><p>Who cares if it's a bad game of sims, you still want to learn new stuff and interact with new people. And old people. Not like, "people who are old" (but them too sometimes), like "people you have interacted with before". You still keep in touch with a few people. You've expanded your social circle already. (By like 5 people you don't know well yet, but you know)<br />
<br />
<span style="color: #e69138;">"Am I alone? Am I the different one? Am I real? Am I not human? Am I something else entirely and I just don't know it?"</span></p><p>If only you knew what words to google. "Derealization" btw. "Depersonalization" too. I can see why I always wanted to find out that I was secretly something else. It's easier emotionally to think you're a normal "other" than a defective human being. You're not though. Defective, I mean. Or an alien, robot, creature, or other monster (still holding out for those though, would be very cool)<br />
<br />
<span style="color: #e69138;">"Is this real?"</span></p><p>It's the only reality you've got</p><p><span style="color: #e69138;">"Am I in a simulation?"</span></p><p>Could be.</p><p><span style="color: #e69138;">"Am I a video game character?"</span></p><p>God, I wish</p><p><span style="color: #e69138;">"Am I
giving out information to spies with what I think is a language?"</span></p><p>I remember thinking about this theory a lot, as well as many others like it. Simply put, unlikely. Even if you did, you'll just have to cross that bridge when you get to it. Sorry fellow resistance agents :/<br /></p><p><span style="color: #e69138;">"Will
all of this vanish when I die? Will I just wake up?"</span></p><p>I do still wonder whether or not you're limited to your own memories. If you truly do replay your life before you die, theoretically you could permanently exist in your own self-contained consciousness loop and you'd never know because by the time the loop starts again you live your life over again and anything you did in your life is already laid out and a self-fulfilling prophecy somehow both completely up to fate, but also determined by your own free will, even though it would have happened anyway. </p><p>You still try to remember the loops and if you've seen this before. Would explain why you had deja-vu all the time. And your little corpse-cold fingers. (more willing to blame that on poor circulation tho)<br /></p><p><span style="color: #e69138;">"Do I know I haven't
been given false memories and I was always this age? If I have false
memories, my parents might not be my parents! Everyone around me could
be lying!"</span></p><p>Eh, even if. Adds that extra narrative flair to life (wow, you hadn't even seen The Matrix yet. Or the billion other things that rely on that same premise..)<br /></p><p><span style="color: #e69138;">"I could have died and doctors gave me some "second chance" on a
computer!"</span></p><p>That would be pretty cool actually. Who cares if I'm the real me. (I do still, kinda.. maybe... a lot)<br /></p><p><span style="color: #e69138;">"I might be dying right now and I was given a look back
through my life before then! It would explain why my fingers are cold
all the time, why I have deja vu all the time."</span></p><p>Wait, didn't I just say all of that before? time is a circle, i guess nevermind<br />
<br />
<span style="color: #e69138;">"Huh, existentialism. Such a funny and nonsensical and trivial thing."</span></p><p>¯\_(ツ)_/¯<br />
<br />
<span style="color: #e69138;">"But I still ask you, How Can I Tell?"</span></p><p>'Ya can't.<br />
<br />
<span style="color: #e69138;">"Are You Out There?"</span></p><p>I am. <br /></p>MundaneMeowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01368241382576149722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514497283945795657.post-34904247545366865952021-07-08T20:56:00.004-07:002021-07-26T14:54:34.731-07:00A Response to my 13 Year Old Self: Assortment of unpublished drafts<p><span style="color: #e69138;">" I often wonder what people are like. Not what they look like, but what
they are like inside."</span></p><p><span style="color: #e69138;"><b> </b><span style="color: black;"><b>Bones. And meat. Some water. Lot of water actually.</b><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #e69138;"> "Are they happy or sad?"</span></p><p><b><span style="color: #e69138;"> </span>¯\_(ツ)_/¯</b></p><p><span style="color: #e69138;">"Do they have a pet? Are
they a mystical creature in disguise? Maybe I will never know."</span></p><p><span style="color: #e69138;"><b> </b><span style="color: black;"><b>No luck on the "mystical creature in disguise" so far :/ The pets thing though, yeah. Lotsa people have 'em.</b><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #e69138;">"So that
is why I have made this post. I feel like sharing some things about
myself."</span></p><p><span style="color: #e69138;"></span></p><p><b><span style="color: #e69138;"><span style="color: black;">When do you not? You're still doing it now.</span></span></b></p><p><span style="color: #e69138;"><span style="color: black;"> </span><br /></span>
<span style="color: #e69138;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: #e69138;"><b>"The Things That Make Me Angry:</b><br /></span>
<span style="color: #e69138;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: #e69138;"><b>My Self:</b> My awkwardness,"</span></p><p><span style="color: #e69138;"><span style="color: black;"> <b>Still working on it, we're getting there.</b></span><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #e69138;">"my zits,"</span></p><p><span style="color: #e69138;"><span style="color: black;"> <b>Good news! It happens to a lot of adults still, but not to you</b></span><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #e69138;">"my voice."</span></p><p><span style="color: #e69138;"><b> </b><span style="color: black;"><b>I can't even remember what I didn't like about my voice</b><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #e69138;">"I am not very self
confident."</span></p><p><b>The key is to take the hatred for yourself and recycle it *thumbs up*</b><br /></p><p><span style="color: #e69138;">"I feel awkward and dumb."</span></p><p><span style="color: #e69138;"> <b><span style="color: black;">You get a lot of compliments on your smarts and talent. You don't believe them, but hey, progress</span></b><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #e69138;">"I feel like everyone around me just
happens to be so much better."</span></p><p><span style="color: #e69138;"><b><span style="color: black;">Everyone is trying just as much as you were. You just didn't want the same life goals and weren't naturally gifted with "do well in school" powers</span></b><br /></span>
<span style="color: #e69138;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: #e69138;"><b>"My Family: </b>Chewing, slurping,"</span></p><p><span style="color: #e69138;"><b> <span style="color: black;">Turns out it's called Misophonia. Your brain does a thing where certain noises activate your fight or flight response. Be glad you don't want someone in your life you'd eat stuff with regularly. 'Till death do us part would be pretty quick, lol</span></b><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #e69138;">"yelling,"</span></p><p><span style="color: #e69138;"> <span style="color: black;"><b>They're working with each other and they've learned a lot. That or you just have better quality headphones </b><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #e69138;"> "the inability for them to
get me a kitten."</span></p><p><span style="color: #e69138;"><b><span style="color: black;"> The cat you already had was one of the best things to every happen to you. Tell her I love her for me.</span></b><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #e69138;"> "I hate when they take me places I don't want to go."</span></p><p><span style="color: #e69138;"><b><span style="color: black;"> You get a lot more agency as you grow up. You also had to deal with a pandemic, so you didn't have to go anywhere for like two years, so....</span></b><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #e69138;">"I
hate it when my parents tell me that I need to wash my face, brush my
teeth, brush my hair, put on deodorant. I know what hygiene is and how
to spell it too."</span></p><p><span style="color: #e69138;"><b><span style="color: black;">All of that seems easier now that I've made a routine of it. Dunno what else to say about that. Brush your hair, though. You won't, because I still remember that two-hour hair combing/hacking experience, but unfortunately - due to the linear course of time - I cannot truly contact you to heed my warning. (And letting myself know in advance would be a paradox because then I wouldn't have experienced that, so I would have nothing to warn you about so you <i>would</i> do it but then that would mean that I-)</span></b><br /></span>
<span style="color: #e69138;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: #e69138;"><b>"The Environment: </b>Littering, dead animals, heartlessness, cutting
down trees, landfills, the government, the news, concrete jungles. Hence
the name Environmentally Challenged."</span></p><p><span style="color: #e69138;"><b><span style="color: black;">:/</span></b><br /></span>
<span style="color: #e69138;"><br />
"Everything Else:"<br /></span>
<span style="color: #e69138;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: #e69138;"><br />
"Things That Make Me Happy:"</span></p><p><b><span> Uhhh... working on it. </span></b></p><p><span style="color: #e69138;"><b><span style="color: black;">Drawing? YouTube? Oh! You finally made that YouTube channel that you always wanted! You have 35 subscribers! Well, 34 now. I'm not sure who saw me post something and then was like "Nah, I cannot stand this". Same, tho lol</span></b><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #e69138;"><span> </span></span></p><p><span style="color: #e69138;"><span> </span></span></p><p><span style="color: #e69138;"><span>"</span>It happens. You feel sad, you feel depressed. This is the way that life
works. Not one person truly understands depression until you have felt
it for yourself."</span></p><p><span style="color: #e69138;"><b><span style="color: black;">I... still don't know what to think about this one. There are good moments. You always forget them when things get bad again, but I promise they still exist. I know you hate that advise, but I'm serious. It takes a while, but good days do come and I'm actively working to make them better. </span></b><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #e69138;">"I knew someone who seemed sad and when asked what was
wrong he would say "I'm just, I'm just *Sigh* depressed" NO. Depressed
is not SAD, it's a feeling of emptiness. Nothing. And surprise,
surprise, it sucks!"</span></p><p><b><span>Other people's symptoms won't go away just because you don't think they're real. Depression can be sad. For you, it was empty for so long that you let yourself get bitter and tried to justify that your pain made you better or wiser than other people. You wanted to belong so bad, but you never found relate-ablity in other people's joy, so you figured if you could prove you were hurt enough it would make them care. That it would rid them of their seeming contempt for you, their pity, their ignorance.</span></b></p><p><b><span> I want to believe that people notice when I'm in pain, but I'm still scared they'll give me nothing but pity and I'll make us both sad. And honestly, no matter how much you talked, or wrote, or cried, or bled, no one could ever give you what you need. </span></b></p><p><span style="color: #e69138;"><b><span style="color: black;">They try. You know that you're loved, but you will be alone a lot. You've gotten a lot farther than you thought you would, and - for my future self - I'm going to keep going.</span></b><br /></span>
<span style="color: #e69138;"><br />
"Being a middle-schooler is more difficult than it looks. We don't even know what we're saying most of the time!"</span></p><p><b><span style="color: #e69138;"><span style="color: black;">Got that right. I won't pretend to be a beacon of knowledge at the age of eighteen, but I do know that middle school kinds sucks, but it also ends. And you had some really cool classmates and an awesome teacher, you just didn't get to appreciate that until later. </span> </span></b></p><p><b><span style="color: #e69138;"><br /></span></b></p><p><span style="color: #e69138;"><b><span style="color: black;">Why were these the things so horrible that you considered publishing these, but never did? Maybe I was scared that people would judge me for being negative. Or too naive. I think I never really knew what to expect from other people when it came to reactions. Didn't know what would earn me their trust or understanding. I still don't know what the future holds, or how and why people react (or reacted) like that. But at some point, you have to live a life. You can't avoid having an impact on other people, so you might as well try your best to enjoy yourself. You're a good person.</span></b><br /></span></p>MundaneMeowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01368241382576149722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514497283945795657.post-16876865128921985862021-07-04T13:08:00.003-07:002021-07-08T22:12:26.958-07:00A Response to my 13 Year Old Self: Endings and Beginnings<p><span style="color: #f1c232;"> "All things end. It may be sad when they do, but would you really wish
you never knew it, or that it was there once. I have had a few people
and things that I loved and they left. They are not coming back from
where they went, but I wouldn't change the fact that I met them, that I
loved them."</span></p><p><b> I am coming back to this page as someone who has left behind many friends and, most recently in May, my beloved cat. </b></p><p><b>You were right back then. I still feel the same way. I wouldn't trade the time I got to spend with them and the memories I have, even though it hurts sometimes. Miette was a really sweet and amazing part of our life.</b></p><p><b>You get to spend six more years with her. You start to notice that she's getting old and sick, but she still tries her best to jump up onto your bed to comfort you. There comes a time where you'll have to lift her, but you won't mind. It begins to give your life a strange kind of importance to take care of her, to feel like you made the most of the time you had left. You wake up one day next to her and by the way she's breathing, you can tell it's the end. She lives for another day or so, curled up in your bathroom. You sleep on the floor to be closer to her. You play recordings of your voice and her purr for her and you can tell it gives her comfort. You start to cry in a way you didn't think you still could and she looks into your eyes and softly blinks. You both found your own way to tell each-other it's okay. And it is. </b></p><p><b>You'll miss her for the rest of your life. It'll be weird to close your door all the time. Weird not to need to remember to buy cat food, not to see her in the garden. </b></p><p><b>And whenever a storm happens, you still wonder if she's cold out there.</b><br /></p><p><span style="color: #f1c232;">"I often wonder why they chose to leave or if it was even
their choice. If they chose to leave us behind for something else, what
could possibly have been so appealing.<br /></span>
</p><span style="color: #f1c232;">
</span><div><span style="color: #f1c232;">
When they go it is hard to understand why, hard to let them go.<i> </i>But
hear this now. Maybe,just maybe, we are a better person for it. Think
of the things you have accomplished without them. The things you didn't
have the courage to do, the things you did because you said "For
_____!". Even the small things you did for that person you saw on the
sidewalk because you remembered a loved one, made that person's whole <i>world</i> change.</span></div><span style="color: #f1c232;">
</span><div>
<span style="color: #f1c232;"><br /></span></div><span style="color: #f1c232;">
</span><div><span style="color: #f1c232;">
One day, even you will leave. But when you go, just remember, if you
where kind, if you smiled at least once, made someone laugh, cheered
someone up, there will be people who miss you and who became better
people because of you. "</span></div><div> </div><div><b>It's worth it to stay alive. It's worth it to put your heart out there. I still have difficulty with that, but (for one stupid kid's heartbroken ramble) it has the right message. Thanks. </b><br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<span style="color: #f1c232;">"And you know what? Maybe the ones who you thought left you behind, maybe
they always knew you'd see them again. And in that case, I suggest you
tell them everything you did, because the two of you have a lot of
catching up to do."</span></div><span style="color: #f1c232;">
</span><div><span style="color: #f1c232;">
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<b>I can't say I believe in an afterlife, but I do know I want to live a life worth telling the grand story of if there is one. </b></div><div><b>I'd tell my gerbils I'm sorry I couldn't protect them. I'd get to meet my grandmother, tell my ancestors how technology has changed, be despised and beloved by the people I'd've never known the minds of. I'd see how my childhood friends' lives played out. Was it fun? Where did you go, what did you see? Did you ever miss me the way I missed you? </b></div><div><b>I am someone who very much wants the answers to questions the human mind is probably not designed to know the answer to. And I'm still going to keep looking. </b></div><div><b>I think another person you begin to realize you miss is the person you used to be. I can't remember who I was when I wrote this initially. I was the author of this piece at some point, but I feel that the person who wrote this years ago is also someone who no longer exists. </b></div><div><b>I share some of her memories. I still have that ache and that void that I want to fix with more words and more hope. </b></div><div><b>I don't know how this all works out, but I can say, that looking back, I'm living my life for the better for you. For the scared child that just wanted the world to make sense and be happy. You deserve to love and lose and feel. And you will. I will. For you.</b><br /></div>
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<span style="color: #f1c232;">"Thank you for reading, because if just one person liked what I have to say, that is what makes me smile."</span></div>MundaneMeowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01368241382576149722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514497283945795657.post-26865709689868925582021-07-04T12:25:00.004-07:002021-07-04T12:33:48.965-07:00A Response to my 12 Year Old Self: Advancements?<p><b> Hi! </b></p><p><b>So, quick intro, I'm Ahna, this is the blog I made when I was twelve, and this is the response I'm making as an eighteen year old. I wanted to see and showcase the progression of thoughts and ideals as I've grown up. (I've also edited the blog theme to be less eye-searing to read)</b></p><p><b>Let's get on with it:</b></p><p><span style="color: #f1c232;"><span>"Ok, so I was just watching videos on Youtube when I saw the title "Cyborgs are the new future!"</span></span></p><div><span style="color: #f1c232;"><span>
Um, what? Ok, that's just a prank, right? Right? </span></span></div><span style="color: #f1c232;"><span>
</span></span><div><span style="color: #f1c232;"><span>
Nope. "</span></span></div><div> </div><div><b>Not our current future. Not positive we have one if things keep up the same way with global warming..</b></div><div> <br /></div>
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<span style="color: #f1c232;"><span>"People are insane!This scientist says "I think in the next 200 years or
so homo sapiens will upgrade themselves ... into divine beings," ARE YOU
OFF YOUR ROCKER? This is the start to every movie where something goes
wrong, people are cyborgs, and the world is DESTROYED!"</span></span></div><div><span style="color: #ffe599;"> </span></div><div><b>While it is true that many dystopian future media does depict this, it turns out that the actual nightmare is what corporations and companies are charging for such augmentations. Being dependent on money and someone else to use your own body parts is the real end of the world, and it's happening already in 2021. (Also, "off your rocker"? Did I always speak in terms outdated by a half-century? What a cool cat. You really have it made in the shade, super neato.)</b><br /></div><div> </div><div><span style="color: #f1c232;"><span> "But there's more.
"Either through biological manipulation or genetic engineering of by
the creation of cyborgs, the perfect creation of organic and
non-organic" That's it. </span></span></div><span style="color: #f1c232;"><span>
</span></span><div><span style="color: #f1c232;"><span>
We're all going to die.</span></span></div><span style="color: #f1c232;"><span>
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And if that's not weird enough for you, get this: Human HEAD
TRANSPLANTS. I mean, I get that people in wheel chairs can walk again
and people with paralysis can finally feel what it's like to move, but
what happens to the person they take the body from? It would have to be a
healthy, living, working body, right? Is it for people who have a death
wish?"</span></span></div><div> </div><div><b>Bold of you to assume wheelchair users a) have walked before and b) want to be abled. If you're following the social model of disability, it's our current culture's fault being in a wheelchair is even "unfortunate".</b></div><div><b> I think being able to transfer your mind to a different body would be neat, actually. I wouldn't do it myself, but hey, if that's what makes you happy, swap away. Still wanna know where the bodies would be sourced from, tho. And how many memories and traits that define you are stored in the physical body? If you were able to transplant your head, would you notice differences in preferences, like those sometimes experienced by people who have had other organ transplants? </b></div><div><b>(Looking back at myself and thinking I'm super cringe is a sign of growth, right??)</b><br /></div>
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<span style="color: #f1c232;"><span><br /></span></span></div><span style="color: #f1c232;"><span>
</span></span><div><span style="color: #f1c232;"><span>
"Scientists and robot-engineers have also created androids, hoping they
will live a long, peaceful life among the people."</span></span></div><div><span style="color: #444444;"> </span></div><div><b>As far as I know, we have not advanced that far as of yet.</b></div><div><b> </b></div><div><span style="color: #f1c232;"><span> "Why? Androids don't
have feelings." </span></span></div><div> </div><div><b>What defines "feelings", little me? Because, as far as I see it, people are just very complex bio-machines anyway. At what point does "simulation" become "reality". I think the only way to answer that question would be to know how much free-will humanity actually has. How much are you a pawn of your brain chemistry and biology? </b></div><div><b>(I won't pretend to know.)</b><br /></div><div><span style="color: #f1c232;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #f1c232;"><span>"People already have trouble dating other people. What
happens when every one is married to some robot and no one can have
children? What then, because in my opinion, that would mean: No more
human race."</span></span></div><div> </div><div><b>Psst, not everyone gets married. Or even dates. You won't. </b></div><div><b>Having "true humans" actually isn't that important. You have been made to feel very robotic and inhuman at times, but that doesn't make your feelings any less real or important. I think the most amazing part of "Humanity" is our ability to create and experience and share both. If an android ever wants to talk to me in the future, I'd love to know their interests and experiences. What does it feel like? What is it like to know that you really were created for a purpose by someone else? Can androids experience mental illness or trauma? With people, your brain is fundamentally altered by PTSD, would androids process it the same? Would they choose to remove or edit memories of their own volition? How would androids feel about cyborgs or various prostheses? Could the type of cloning in sci-fi movies really happen if anyone could upload a version of their brains or consciousness to multiple different androids? How would control groups and testing change? Could we make breakthrough discoveries by using what would normally be considered "unethical" experiments on patients who genuinely cannot feel pain? How much of pain is emotional? How could you ever truly know that androids wouldn't be in hurt in some way? Pain is still a very real experience, regardless of it's understand-ability to humans.</b><br /></div><div><span style="color: #f1c232;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #f1c232;"><span>"Answer what you think about this issue in the comments. In
fact, answer if you think this is even an issue and your planning to
accept your robot overlords.</span></span></div><span style="color: #f1c232;"><span>
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Your anti-android friend,</span></span></div><span style="color: #f1c232;"><span>
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Ahna"</span></span></div><div> </div><div><b>We already have to worry about our human overlords, so maybe hold off on crossing that bridge until you get to it. </b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>Your android-acceptance and technologically progressive advocate,</b></div><div><b>Ahna (2021)</b><br /></div>MundaneMeowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01368241382576149722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514497283945795657.post-72573019707015498652016-10-05T13:45:00.000-07:002017-08-17T14:31:57.355-07:00I'm Not Dead, Just Busy.Hello!<br />
It has been a really long time since I posted something, but that is because I started a YouTube channel. Two of them actually!<br />
Here is the link to one of my videos:<br />
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QjthhuDUDVE<br />
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From now on, most of the things I would write about on this blog will be made into vlogs on my personal channel (My personal channel is called Sprinklekitty.)<br />
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I also made a channel with my dad, known as Kitty8Frog. Feel free to check it out: <a href="https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCHdxNp5LVyVJhdPsionwDjA">https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCHdxNp5LVyVJhdPsionwDjA</a><br />
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Thanks for reading,<br />
Ahna<br />
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<br />MundaneMeowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01368241382576149722noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514497283945795657.post-62237343455398002242016-02-04T15:59:00.000-08:002016-02-04T15:59:09.454-08:00To Kill A MockingbirdSo I have been reading To Kill a Mockingbird recently and today's chapter was about the main character's aunt coming to live with them. Little did I know that we would be having a guest stay at our house. While our guest will probably not ridicule me, she reminds me somewhat of the aunt. Life works in some very strange ways. I really don't have much to say about this topic, it was kind of short but I hope you like it.MundaneMeowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01368241382576149722noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514497283945795657.post-37902681096672826972016-02-02T16:37:00.003-08:002016-02-02T16:37:45.198-08:00SnowI found it hard to believe that snowflakes are all unique. I ponder the thought that maybe each one has a different personality or trait. They could be like the Emoto Water Crystal study. What if every snowflake has a special word to go along with it. What if its pattern depended on how many times someone consumed it as water. I mean, think about it, you are drinking the same water as the dinosaurs. Anyway, I wrote a poem (sort of) about winter.<br />
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The wind is blowing,<br />
the snow is dancing,<br />
the trees are singing,<br />
the animals are sleeping.<br />
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The world is cold and Winter's here,<br />
the cocoa mugs are held close,<br />
the window panes are all fogged up,<br />
the snow is flying through the air.<br />
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The fire is lit,<br />
the doors are closed,<br />
the people huddled,<br />
unique like snowflakes,<br />
all of them.MundaneMeowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01368241382576149722noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514497283945795657.post-12714140896209802672016-01-17T20:39:00.001-08:002016-01-17T20:40:11.701-08:00PostFor some reason life has become stressful. Even the thought of sleeping is stressful. Can I wake up on time for school? Can I go to bed at the right time and not stay up for three hours staring at the ceiling? Will today be the day I wake up on time and not feel like crap? When do I get my alarm clock working? At what time do I have to wake up to feel like there are enough hours in the day? When will people stop telling me to go to bed earlier as if it's an easy task? WHEN WILL I STOP BEING STRESSED ABOUT SLEEPING?<br />
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I want to do something fun other than just spending my life on the computer. I try to think of fun things but nothing interests me. I want to travel the world, save lives, find lost treasure, fight dragons, keep dragons as pets. I read too many books, watch too many movies. I'm not a hero, I'm a girl in middle school who likes to play video games.<br />
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I feel like wearing whatever is in the back of my closet no longer suits me. I want to change my look. I look scary in makeup, I am too lazy to try "10 second hairstyles for lazy girls" because you need the new "Tresemme super-hair-holder" or something, and I hate shopping.Grrr.<br />
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I feel as though I am <strike>empty</strike> <strike>sad</strike> <strike>confused</strike> <strike>irritated</strike> <strike>stressed</strike> <strike>a teenager</strike> I don't know.MundaneMeowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01368241382576149722noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514497283945795657.post-60439228488032743732015-12-12T07:53:00.000-08:002015-12-12T07:55:01.531-08:00Pixie HollowI woke up today remembering Pixie Hollow - a game made by Disney based on the movie Tinkerbell. I loved that game so much and my friend and I used to play it every night. I loved when it had just started up and you gathered seeds and petals as currency, you created a fairy exactly how you wanted it, and when you had created your fairy, you could see a dandelion puff fly to Pixie Hollow where it would sit on the floor,bend away from the camera slightly and become your fairy. You hovered your mouse over a special talent and it glowed. I became a water fairy and I played mini-games to get prizes in order to live as a citizen among the other fairies. You could buy dresses and hats and I even got a baby ladybug. It was even around that time when they added Sparrowmen, the male equivalent of a fairy, so that even boys could play too.<br />
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And then they had the diamond update. It wasn't so bad but only members could use seeds and petals to buy things. It left many people feeling like outsiders who had to pay with diamonds. Heck, you only got one diamond every month or so and maybe once you had twenty diamonds you could buy that necklace with that piece of wood glued to it. It became kind of oppressive for a game made for kids about fairies. But, I still loved it with all of my heart because it let me hang out with my friend and it had just always been there for me. I guess many people started to quit playing and Disney only received $6,000 on their memberships every month so they shut down Pixie Hollow. I logged on to my account and saw a message saying "Pixie Hollow will shut down on September 19th". Time seemed to slow down and it felt as though my heart stopped. I frantically looked for a way to stop this complete and utter madness. That's when I found a petition that would save it. I signed and I waited for three days. When I checked it for the last time I saw that we had reached our goal! I thought we were saved. Only, there was an error on their part. They sent it to Disney on September 20th.<br />
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By the time the petition got there Pixie Hollow had been deleted. All of the coding, all of the accounts, all of the life that had once been Pixie Hollow was destroyed. There was no way of saving it now. I'm sure the petition was crumbled into a ball and thrown into the trash along with our hopes and dreams and second chances. Maybe it was for the better. Who cares about children anyway.<br />
<br />
I want to personally want to thank you Disney for adding salt to the wound and driving the knife deeper by adding some knock off animation-less Candy-Crush mimics dressed in the clothing of the same Pixie Hollow you shut down because you don't make enough MONEY. Also that "Create a Fairy and Fly!" thing is the motto you used for Pixie Hollow and being able to make a fairy and yor fairies home (All features Pixie Hollow already had) is just crap. There's even a FAKE friendship system, where it implies it has it and there's actually no way to add friends and much less interact with them.<br />
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Maybe I'm reacting too harshly, but you have to understand that this game was with me since I started to use the internet.<br />
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I miss you Pixie Hollow,<br />
AhnaMundaneMeowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01368241382576149722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514497283945795657.post-57226951430449350592015-12-05T13:57:00.001-08:002015-12-12T07:55:14.421-08:00The Christmas FishSo recently my family and I have been decorating for Christmas and having gone through the box we found... a fish. Not a real fish. A fake goldfish, lying in the bottom of the Christmas decoration box. If you still can't picture it, I'll show you a photo of him: <img height="320" src="http://images.landofnod.com/is/image/LandOfNod/Toy_Goldfish_662405/$web_zoom$&wid=550&hei=550&/1308310657/all-that-glitters-is-goldfish.jpg" width="320" /><br />
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For some reason he was just there. Maybe he just wanted us to put him in the tree. I'm sorry Goldfish, but I think when they say silver and gold, they don't mean you. Think about it, have you ever heard "All that glitters is goldfish"? I haven't. Still, while you're not going in the tree as an ornament, you made me laugh.<br />
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It makes me think about the small things in life that make you smile, for example, the Christmas Fish. If something as small as a fake goldfish can brighten my day, anyone can find joy in the small things.<br />
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Merry Fishmas,<br />
AhnaMundaneMeowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01368241382576149722noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514497283945795657.post-48071782558131552342015-11-15T09:54:00.002-08:002015-11-15T09:57:01.756-08:00Thank You"I am not important. My life is boring."<br />
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"You are a leaf. You may be only one, but you are an important piece of the tree. One leaf, added to another leaf and so on and so forth, creates the whole covering on the tree."<br />
<br />
"I am still small. The tree doesn't need <i>all</i> of its leaves."<br />
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"Maybe not... Instead of seeing it from your perspective, picture you are the tree. You must watch over and protect your little leaves. You must also protect yourself. Protect yourself from wind, and lightning, and humans. But it is still worth it. As a leaf you are nurtured by the tree, even though it is taken for granted, because you cannot see the intricate details behind it."<br />
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"I guess you're right, but, tell me, how do you know all this?"<br />
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"Because I am the tree, and I love you."<br />
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This is a short story I wrote this morning. It is about how much every single person makes up the world. Every little detail we cannot see. This poem is dedicated to all of the people who read this blog and to all of the people who feel unimportant. It is also dedicated to Rumi, my friend.<br />
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Hello Everyone.<br />
I have received so many amazing comments from some truly amazing readers. Some of you are my teachers, some of you are my friends, and some of you are people that I should be friends with.<br />
I have been told over the past few months that I should reply to your comments and say "Thank You". That is a very small, yet important thing. But I am always doing things in my own small way. So today, I am saying "Thank You" on a larger scale. I want to thank all of you at once, all in one blog post.<br />
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THANK YOU, I LOVE YOU ALL. </h2>
<br />MundaneMeowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01368241382576149722noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514497283945795657.post-2155484636004806002015-11-14T07:06:00.002-08:002015-11-14T07:06:11.963-08:00RumiYesterday was sort of blissful. School was fun, we watched a movie, and I went home.<br />
<br />
And then I was told one of my best friends that I had known since kindergarten,<br />
has a brain tumor. Apparently, she is going for surgery this Monday.<br />
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I don't know if I believe in God or the Divine or anything at all, but if it is possible that someone can hear me up there, Please Help Rumi. She is my friend and I don't want to lose her. If anyone is reading this, maybe praying works. You don't have to. I won't force you to. But if praying works, then just sent some prayers to her. I will be praying too.<br />
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Thank you for everything,<br />
AhnaMundaneMeowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01368241382576149722noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514497283945795657.post-69915233566506138372015-11-02T07:23:00.003-08:002015-11-02T07:26:49.935-08:00AloneAm I alone? Does anyone read my blog at all? The most page views I have ever had was 18! Two of those were other people, the rest was me.<br />
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Am I alone? Are there really other people? Is everyone I know a hologram? A robot? Figments of my imagination?<br />
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Am I alone? Am I the different one? Am I real? Am I not human? Am I something else entirely and I just don't know it?<br />
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Is this real? Am I in a simulation? Am I a video game character? Am I giving out information to spies with what I think is a language? Will all of this vanish when I die? Will I just wake up? Do I know I haven't been given false memories and I was always this age? If I have false memories, my parents might not be my parents! Everyone around me could be lying! I could have died and doctors gave me some "second chance" on a computer! I might be dying right now and I was given a look back through my life before then! It would explain why my fingers are cold all the time, why I have deja vu all the time.<br />
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Huh, existentialism. Such a funny and nonsensical and trivial thing.<br />
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But I still ask you, How Can I Tell?<br />
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Are You Out There?<br />
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<br />MundaneMeowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01368241382576149722noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514497283945795657.post-22922375064545576252015-10-13T13:27:00.000-07:002015-11-02T07:26:49.926-08:00Ode to AllieDear Allie,<br />
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This is for you, kitty. I still remember when my grandma was in a doctor's office on Easter and my mom and I bought a little pink easter basket. We drove up to a house after seeing a billboard advertising "Free Kittens". You were the little calico kitten we picked up and put in our car.<br />
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We set newspapers down for you to use the restroom but you only wanted to play with them and snuggle with me.<br />
It was Easter day when we went to visit my grandmother in the doctor's office. We handed you the pink basket and you came out of it with little pieces of Easter basket stuffing on your head.<br />
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Every time I visited my grandparents you were there. You loved attention and my grandparents loved you as much as they could. I loved to brush you in the sunroom and I could tell you loved it too. <br />
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I still remember when you sucked on the little ribbon on my grandma's pajamas. I remember when I had to spray you with a hose to keep you from killing an innocent bird.<br />
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And then I left that last time. You started to breathe weirdly one day. And then you were lying in the driveway barely breathing. My grandparents drove you in the car to the vet. Then you bit my grandpa. Were you in pain or did you not want to get better? I guess i'll never know.<br />
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Then you left.<br />
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You were one of the most amazing cats I ever saw. You always made me happy. I hope you are happy right now.<br />
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I miss you Allie. I love you, little kitty.<br />
<br />
Goodbye, Alexandra.MundaneMeowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01368241382576149722noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514497283945795657.post-56251090784902182842015-09-14T08:30:00.000-07:002015-09-15T09:42:17.275-07:00A House of LeavesSome days in the Autumn,<br />
When the leaves swirl off the pavement,<br />
A little house stands still, alone.<br />
<br />
It's not something that can be seen,<br />
Only something to be felt.<br />
<br />
It is a well-built structure,<br />
And there's dust upon the floor,<br />
And if you come a knocking,<br />
They'll open up the door.<br />
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A house made out of Secrets,<br />
Secrets only leaves can tell,<br />
They tell you an awful lot.<br />
You would hear it as a leaf,<br />
You miss out because you're not.<br />
<br />
The dew is sprinkled mystically,<br />
The warm air has turned cold,<br />
And then you hear the whispering,<br />
Only then you'll truly know.<br />
<br />
The little house is standing there,<br />
Where it has grown for years,<br />
The little house that gives and takes away<br />
All of your fears.<br />
<br />
You know it's standing out there,<br />
When you are tucked in for the night,<br />
<br />
You know at day,<br />
It's standing there,<br />
When somethings not quite right.<br />
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<br />MundaneMeowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01368241382576149722noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514497283945795657.post-89776297561727659262015-09-01T13:02:00.001-07:002015-11-02T07:26:49.940-08:00BlossomsA life. We hear about a death on the news and think "How sad". A loved one passes away and we are destroyed. How is any one life different from another?<br />
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A life is like a cherry blossom tree. They bloom and they die. When they do, someone will ask "What color was its bark?" and no one will know for certain. The cherry blossom tree is gone. But we know it was here.<br />
<br />
The cherry blossoms bloom for only a few days. Their lives, like ours, are short. But the only thing that's important, is how beautifully you bloom. You will change many lives and you will leave many marks.<br />
<b><br /></b>
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<b>Only </b></div>
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<b>you </b></div>
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<b>can </b></div>
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<b>make </b></div>
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<b>yourself </b></div>
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<b>a </b></div>
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<b>beautiful</b></div>
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<b> BLOSSOM.</b></div>
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MundaneMeowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01368241382576149722noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514497283945795657.post-18011043154046109532015-09-01T13:01:00.001-07:002015-09-01T13:01:25.085-07:00Dragon Poem<span style="font-size: large;">As I was walking down the street,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> I saw a dragon curled about my feet. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">It was tiny with eyes of emerald green.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> And for a scaly dragon, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">he doesn't look real mean.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;"> I could never take him home, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">my parents would be mad, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">that is until, I heard it's belly rumbling</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> ( Which of course, was rather sad)</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And so I took it home.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> No one wants to be alone. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Then I knew we had to keep him, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">because I saw what he had eaten.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;"> He is a very cute fellow, we love him 'cause he roasts marshmallows.</span>MundaneMeowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01368241382576149722noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514497283945795657.post-53997371749120189042015-09-01T13:00:00.001-07:002015-11-02T07:26:49.930-08:00Endings And BeginningsAll things end. It may be sad when they do, but would you really wish you never knew it, or that it was there once. I have had a few people and things that I loved and they left. They are not coming back from where they went, but I wouldn't change the fact that I met them, that I loved them. I often wonder why they chose to leave or if it was even their choice. If they chose to leave us behind for something else, what could possibly have been so appealing.<br />
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When they go it is hard to understand why, hard to let them go.<i> </i>But hear this now. Maybe,just maybe, we are a better person for it. Think of the things you have accomplished without them. The things you didn't have the courage to do, the things you did because you said "For _____!". Even the small things you did for that person you saw on the sidewalk because you remembered a loved one, made that person's whole <i>world</i> change.</div>
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And you know what? Maybe the ones who you thought left you behind, maybe they always knew you'd see them again. And in that case, I suggest you tell them everything you did, because the two of you have a lot of catching up to do.</div>
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Thank you for reading, because if just one person liked what I have to say, that is what makes me smile.</div>
MundaneMeowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01368241382576149722noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514497283945795657.post-53862513668537856562015-06-23T10:52:00.001-07:002015-11-02T07:25:38.432-08:00Advancements?Ok, so I was just watching videos on Youtube when I saw the title "Cyborgs are the new future!"<div>
Um, what? Ok, that's just a prank, right? Right? </div>
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People are insane!This scientist says "I think in the next 200 years or so homo sapiens will upgrade themselves ... into divine beings," ARE YOU OFF YOUR ROCKER? This is the start to every movie where something goes wrong, people are cyborgs, and the world is DESTROYED! But there's more. "Either through biological manipulation or genetic engineering of by the creation of cyborgs, the perfect creation of organic and non-organic" That's it. </div>
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And if that's not weird enough for you, get this: Human HEAD TRANSPLANTS. I mean, I get that people in wheel chairs can walk again and people with paralysis can finally feel what it's like to move, but what happens to the person they take the body from? It would have to be a healthy, living, working body, right? Is it for people who have a death wish?</div>
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Scientists and robot-engineers have also created androids, hoping they will live a long, peaceful life among the people. Why? Androids don't have feelings. People already have trouble dating other people. What happens when every one is married to some robot and no one can have children? What then, because in my opinion, that would mean: No more human race. Answer what you think about this issue in the comments. In fact, answer if you think this is even an issue and your planning to accept your robot overlords.</div>
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Your anti-android friend,</div>
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Ahna</div>
MundaneMeowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01368241382576149722noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514497283945795657.post-34383658467436515172015-06-05T08:10:00.000-07:002015-06-05T08:13:07.247-07:00PaintersHello Everyone,<br />
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This is the first rant on my blog. This is a rant about The Painters. Now i'm a artist myself, I love to draw, in fact, I suppose i love painters. But <i><b>these </b></i>painters however, are so FREAKING ANNOYING! It all began at sometime around 12:15, because well, its Summer. (What can I say, I like my sleep) But anyway, at around 12:15, I am woken up by what sounds like someone hurling a TRASHCAN at the side of my house! Then, I open my eyes, and I see a man put a ladder against my window and look in at me.<br />
So here I am, with this guy staring in at me, and I just glare back at him like "Really?". I then watched as he obstructs my view of the outdoors with a big, white sheet of <b>plastic</b>. It turns out, all of the windows to the house have been covered.<br />
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Stupid me. I thought that maybe I could sleep in. Why on Earth did I think I could possibly sleep in?!<br />
The morning after "The trashcan incident", I hear what sounds like a combination of pencil sharpener, paper shredder, and sand paper. The big white sheets are still up on the windows. Now, at this point, I am beginning to question if they are painting the house, or if this is an FBI lockdown. Now the sounds are more annoying than ever, as they now sound like a printer is dying an agonising death on my roof. Just great. And to make matters worse, we are just renting this place and the new people who are going to live here might not even like the color of the house and PAINT IT AGAIN. It might all be for nothing!<br />
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So, in conclusion, if you ever see me walking around town, try using sign language, because, by the time you could be reading this, I might have ripped my eardrums out and stomped on them.<br />
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I might not make it out alive, <br />
Ahna<br />
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<span style="background-color: #274e13;">Silver in the moonlight,<br />it danced upon the ground.<br />It's dancing little fox feet<br />could never make a sound.</span><a href="http://www.starsovereden.com/TheMoon/moon_marea_outline.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; color: #ddbb99; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-decoration: none;"><span style="background-color: #274e13;"><img border="0" src="http://www.starsovereden.com/TheMoon/moon_marea_outline.jpg" height="200" style="-webkit-box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.0980392) 1px 1px 5px; background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 1px solid rgb(102, 0, 0); box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.0980392) 1px 1px 5px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="200" /></span></a><span style="background-color: #274e13;"><br />The only time She comes here<br />is when the moon is full and bright.<br />You'll only ever see Her<br />in the middle of the night.<br /><br />Her fur is of pure silver,<br />Her eyes a crystal blue.<br />And when the time was one o' clock,<br />into the moon She flew.<br /><br /><img src="https://www.carstickers.com/prodimages/8404_fox_sticker_decal.gif" /></span></div>
MundaneMeowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01368241382576149722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514497283945795657.post-86756950136134584442015-05-11T12:33:00.001-07:002015-05-15T12:16:41.791-07:00Welcome to My BlogHello, and welcome to my new blog, Environmentally Challenged.<br />
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This blog is about the environment, inspiring articles, random rants, and cool stuff.<br />
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I am not the best at intros or the whole "This is everything about my blog. Let's begin with....." and so on and so on. So this is my intro.<br />
I'm glad you are here viewing this!<br />
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I HOPE YOU ENJOY MY BLOG! :3<br />
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p.s. Feel free to ask questions about anything you see on the blogMundaneMeowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01368241382576149722noreply@blogger.com0