Your thoughts are not you.
Your thoughts may not even originate from you.
Thoughts come and go.
Some are bad. “I want to hurt/kill/rape that person!” Don’t be hard on yourself because of them.
Some are good. “I want to save the world!” Don’t take too much credit for those. 😉
Some thoughts we hold on to. We label those our ideas. Our beliefs.
Some people cling to their ideas without questioning whether those ideas help them or hurt them.
Some people share their ideas.
Some to control others.
Some to improve the world.
I need a lot of time to myself. Being around people drains my energy. Being alone recharges me. When I don’t get time to myself I get tired, frustrated.
I generally prefer small groups when I am with people. I enjoy being around my family the most.
I don’t like dealing with strangers.
I’m not good at talking. Especially small talk. I’m better at writing. It gives me time to think about what I want to say. I can go back and edit/proofread it.
Talking on the phone is the worst. I lose the benefits of talking to someone in person without gaining any of the benefits of writing.
A lot of the things I enjoy are one-person activities: video games, programming, surfing the intarwebs, reading, model building, drawing, writing, etc.
Ray Bradbury’s parents couldn’t afford to send him to college.
Since he couldn’t go to college, he read every book in the town’s public library.
He turned out okay.
If you’re reading this you have access to the greatest library the world has ever known.
Make the most of it.
Public school is designed to turn you into a cookie-cutter cog for The Machine. That way you can easily replace someone, and someone else can easily replace you.
We were meant to be unique individuals with unique functions.
We weren’t meant for soul-sucking jobs.
School doesn’t teach how to be happy, or any number of other skills necessary to be a functioning adult.
School doesn’t teach you to ask deep, probing questions.
School doesn’t teach you how to think, it teaches you what to think.
School is the mold. Break it.
There’s a neighborhood near the place a I live. There are a lot of big houses there. The houses all look more or less the same. They’re built from similar blueprints. Some are probably even built from the same blueprint as others. They’re all various shades of brown. They all sit on lots that are really too small for them.
I’ve seen neighborhoods like this in other places. New developments full of McMansions.
I want a house of my own someday. But not one of those.
I want my house to be a reflection of who I am.
I want my life to reflect who I am.
I don’t want to do things just to fit in. I don’t want to do things just to be different. I just want to be me.
I’m not trying to reject anything that anyone else has. I want marriage, a family, a home, stability. But I don’t want to do things just because other people are doing them. I want to think critically. To make sure I’m doing what’s best for me and mine.
I want to be in charge of my life. To make my own decisions. To be as self-reliant as possible.
I want to be free to share what I want to share. To keep private what I want to keep private.
Too many people are afraid to truly think critically. To really think for themselves. They do the things they’re told they should do, and never really question why.
I don’t think the Good Lord put us on this Earth to be cookie-cutter people. We were put here with unique strengths and weaknesses for a reason. He didn’t intend for us to be interchangeable cogs for The Machine.