Please prove you're not a robot: J flo
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I can't.
See, while I could easily just type in the letters I see onto that line, I cannot prove to anyone that I am not a robot. For all you know, I could just be a robot who has been programmed by a human to type words that are meaningless to me on this page. All you have to go off of is my words, which could very well be pre-programmed lies, that I type onto this page.
I am not a robot.
Kind of funny, isn't it? If I am not a robot, then what am I? I am an It. What is an It?
I don't know.
I guess an It could just be anything. I talk to people, and they tell me what they think I am based on what small part of me they see at the time.
You know what? I have never been told that I am human.
I have been called all sorts of monsters, and angel, and people have related me to creatures of legend, they have told me that my voice is unlike a human's. So I try very hard to sound human when in the presence of humans. People have seen my appearance change right before their very eyes.
It frightens them.
So how do I prove that I am not a robot? What is a robot? A collection of moving parts? Several complex machines put together to serve a purpose? In a sense, wouldn't that make humans, as well as all multi-cell organisms, machines? Robots? That's just my thoughts though, or you can still choose to believe that I am a robot.
Which might just make me more human than the humans reading this post.
THANK YOU
Sunday, September 27, 2015
Sunday, September 20, 2015
#different
Deal with it.
Honestly, I have no idea what "hashtag" even means. All I know is that right now in America, the trend is to say "hashtag" and follow with an incomplete sentence or single word and expect other people to understand whatever the heck you are trying to say. I would much rather people just say what is on their minds in a coherent sentence or paragraph instead of leaving me to wonder about their poor grammar and word choice.
Enough about that, though.
If you have read my blogs up to this point, then you have most likely figured out that I am different from you in a variety of ways. I will now point out more deviations.
I am an It, an It is no single thing. That being said, I also do not have a specific trait that defines me. I am not the fastest, the smartest, the wisest, the bravest, nor do I wish to be any of these things. If I, as an "It" were to be defined by a certain thing, I would be giving up my very identity of having no identity. I would much rather be many things.
I have been told from a very young age that I am "special" and that I think differently.
GOOD RIDDANCE!
I can only imagine how boring life would be if I was just like everyone around me. It sounds like a distopia, where everyone is of one mind and those who differ slightly are cast away. Nothing would ever be accomplished. Nothing new would be created, it would just be one giant monopoly.
You know, when I was small, being told that I was different sparked two radically different ideas about the world in my mind. One idea produced fear, loneliness, and the desire to conform as quickly as possible. The other idea gave way to a rebuttal, which gave some comfort, but this idea was quieter than the first, and I could not trust it, so I had no confidence. These were the two ideas;
1) Everybody in the entire world had the same ideals and I was alone, and would be until I died or acted like "Normal" people.
2) Everyone is different in one way or another, so my being different shouldn't be an issue.
For a long time I believed in the first idea.
I took the form of those around me. I studied the people's behavior and listened to what was commonly talked about. I mirrored whomever I spoke to.
And ended up a wallflower, more alone than ever before.
It turns out that people don't want to talk to someone who will feed them their own information and agree to all of their opinions.
Honestly, I have no idea what "hashtag" even means. All I know is that right now in America, the trend is to say "hashtag" and follow with an incomplete sentence or single word and expect other people to understand whatever the heck you are trying to say. I would much rather people just say what is on their minds in a coherent sentence or paragraph instead of leaving me to wonder about their poor grammar and word choice.
Enough about that, though.
If you have read my blogs up to this point, then you have most likely figured out that I am different from you in a variety of ways. I will now point out more deviations.
I am an It, an It is no single thing. That being said, I also do not have a specific trait that defines me. I am not the fastest, the smartest, the wisest, the bravest, nor do I wish to be any of these things. If I, as an "It" were to be defined by a certain thing, I would be giving up my very identity of having no identity. I would much rather be many things.
I have been told from a very young age that I am "special" and that I think differently.
GOOD RIDDANCE!
I can only imagine how boring life would be if I was just like everyone around me. It sounds like a distopia, where everyone is of one mind and those who differ slightly are cast away. Nothing would ever be accomplished. Nothing new would be created, it would just be one giant monopoly.
You know, when I was small, being told that I was different sparked two radically different ideas about the world in my mind. One idea produced fear, loneliness, and the desire to conform as quickly as possible. The other idea gave way to a rebuttal, which gave some comfort, but this idea was quieter than the first, and I could not trust it, so I had no confidence. These were the two ideas;
1) Everybody in the entire world had the same ideals and I was alone, and would be until I died or acted like "Normal" people.
2) Everyone is different in one way or another, so my being different shouldn't be an issue.
For a long time I believed in the first idea.
I took the form of those around me. I studied the people's behavior and listened to what was commonly talked about. I mirrored whomever I spoke to.
And ended up a wallflower, more alone than ever before.
It turns out that people don't want to talk to someone who will feed them their own information and agree to all of their opinions.
Saturday, September 19, 2015
Thinking out loud ll
Let me see, where do I start? How about I talk about human survival?
How did the human race not only survive, but flourish? They grow even in the most unforgiving of places. Before modern technology even, they were EVERYWHERE!
Why?
Well, if you are looking at it statistically, the number of humans on Earth seems to be rising with new advances in science and technology. From that alone, one might assume that it is their intelligence.
That doesn't seem quite right.
I want to get to the root of it, and looking at advances in technology is not enough to sate my hunger for an answer. What is the very survival of humans dependent on? What is at the core? Well, I think it may have to do with uncommon instinct. During a disaster, in the middle of an epidemic, humans will rush to the aid of their own kind.
Why???
With humans, the survival of the fittest is not an option, so the weaker ones also live. This swells their numbers. Humans need to do this though. Humans do not have any physical adaptations that could help them in the wild. No fur to block the cold, no claws to quickly climb trees or defend themselves, no night vision, no spikes, no shells, they cant run fast... the list goes on and on. Humans have no physical features that could save them from the environmental dangers they had to face. Humans do, however, have a highly adaptive brain. Humans were made to swell in ranks because there is safety in numbers. The humans decided early on that if they were to make large groups, they would have a better chance of survival. Even if there are weak people, they still produce heat, they can still serve some function within the community. That's why people are found in clusters, they are wired that way.
There is, of course, one more reason. This reason explains why humans will sometimes rush into a dangerous situation to save a total stranger, even at the expense of their own lives.
LOVE
I do not know a better way of explaining it other than this; when humans hold love for everyone within their hearts, they can feel empathy towards people they see who are suffering. When they do, they cannot bear the thought of one of their own kind going through such pain, when they know it could very well have been them. Instead of delaying and asking themselves if that person would do the same for them, the human gives that person the benefit of the doubt and tries to rescue them.
I don't know if I explained that too well... let It know if you have questions.
On a totally unrelated note, if you have suggestions for my next "Thinking out loud" please leave your idea in a comment. Thanks
How did the human race not only survive, but flourish? They grow even in the most unforgiving of places. Before modern technology even, they were EVERYWHERE!
Why?
Well, if you are looking at it statistically, the number of humans on Earth seems to be rising with new advances in science and technology. From that alone, one might assume that it is their intelligence.
That doesn't seem quite right.
I want to get to the root of it, and looking at advances in technology is not enough to sate my hunger for an answer. What is the very survival of humans dependent on? What is at the core? Well, I think it may have to do with uncommon instinct. During a disaster, in the middle of an epidemic, humans will rush to the aid of their own kind.
Why???
With humans, the survival of the fittest is not an option, so the weaker ones also live. This swells their numbers. Humans need to do this though. Humans do not have any physical adaptations that could help them in the wild. No fur to block the cold, no claws to quickly climb trees or defend themselves, no night vision, no spikes, no shells, they cant run fast... the list goes on and on. Humans have no physical features that could save them from the environmental dangers they had to face. Humans do, however, have a highly adaptive brain. Humans were made to swell in ranks because there is safety in numbers. The humans decided early on that if they were to make large groups, they would have a better chance of survival. Even if there are weak people, they still produce heat, they can still serve some function within the community. That's why people are found in clusters, they are wired that way.
There is, of course, one more reason. This reason explains why humans will sometimes rush into a dangerous situation to save a total stranger, even at the expense of their own lives.
LOVE
I do not know a better way of explaining it other than this; when humans hold love for everyone within their hearts, they can feel empathy towards people they see who are suffering. When they do, they cannot bear the thought of one of their own kind going through such pain, when they know it could very well have been them. Instead of delaying and asking themselves if that person would do the same for them, the human gives that person the benefit of the doubt and tries to rescue them.
I don't know if I explained that too well... let It know if you have questions.
On a totally unrelated note, if you have suggestions for my next "Thinking out loud" please leave your idea in a comment. Thanks
Sunday, September 13, 2015
coloring creativity
When I was younger, I was given a box of crayons to color with.
My teacher told me that I could use any color I wanted, then presented me with a white sheet of paper depicting a pale, lifeless figure.
The goal, in my mind, was to fill in the entire figure without stepping beyond the black line boundaries. I was always neat, precise, and diligent to a fault. I never colored outside the lines, I made a point of coloring the entire entity. I also made a point to use the correct colors for whatever it was I was given.
My teachers always congratulated me on my "above average art skills", I in turn would say that I didn't like crayons because of those little white specks they left behind.
I guess I was OCD when it came to coloring pre-drawn figures.
I look back on those kindergarten days and realize that I was not the least bit artistic or creative. I simply colored things as they were supposed to be seen. My teachers mislead me, they were impressed because I had already conformed to social norms.
But even though I was glad I had done something "right" I felt sad as I looked at my coloring job, and I didn't know why. Now I do, I look at people and realize that they do the exact same thing with their lives. They stay within invisible lines, Never even daring to take one step further, to the blank page beyond which is unexplored and filled with opportunity.
Why?
They are afraid.
What if your teacher disapproves? What if your add on looks terrible, and the other kids laugh at you? You can't erase crayon, just like you can't erase history. I had wanted to draw wings on the princess, it was sad that she would be trapped in her own castle (even though there was nothing in the background).
I see now, that it never mattered.
I grew more creative over time, and I LOVE to draw. New and exiting things pop up in my mind all the time, I am never out of ideas, and I don't get bored either. I enjoy telling people about the 300+ worlds floating around in my head at any given moment.
WHO CARES IF I AM WEIRD? I AM AN "IT" FOR PETE'S SAKE!
The one who really needed wings was not the princess, but me.
I will spread MY wings, little by little, until I learn to fly.
I encourage you to look at the big picture, and draw wings on yourself. It will get messy, but draw outside the lines. Step out of your comfort zone, you might fall...
but then...
My teacher told me that I could use any color I wanted, then presented me with a white sheet of paper depicting a pale, lifeless figure.
The goal, in my mind, was to fill in the entire figure without stepping beyond the black line boundaries. I was always neat, precise, and diligent to a fault. I never colored outside the lines, I made a point of coloring the entire entity. I also made a point to use the correct colors for whatever it was I was given.
My teachers always congratulated me on my "above average art skills", I in turn would say that I didn't like crayons because of those little white specks they left behind.
I guess I was OCD when it came to coloring pre-drawn figures.
I look back on those kindergarten days and realize that I was not the least bit artistic or creative. I simply colored things as they were supposed to be seen. My teachers mislead me, they were impressed because I had already conformed to social norms.
But even though I was glad I had done something "right" I felt sad as I looked at my coloring job, and I didn't know why. Now I do, I look at people and realize that they do the exact same thing with their lives. They stay within invisible lines, Never even daring to take one step further, to the blank page beyond which is unexplored and filled with opportunity.
Why?
They are afraid.
What if your teacher disapproves? What if your add on looks terrible, and the other kids laugh at you? You can't erase crayon, just like you can't erase history. I had wanted to draw wings on the princess, it was sad that she would be trapped in her own castle (even though there was nothing in the background).
I see now, that it never mattered.
I grew more creative over time, and I LOVE to draw. New and exiting things pop up in my mind all the time, I am never out of ideas, and I don't get bored either. I enjoy telling people about the 300+ worlds floating around in my head at any given moment.
WHO CARES IF I AM WEIRD? I AM AN "IT" FOR PETE'S SAKE!
The one who really needed wings was not the princess, but me.
I will spread MY wings, little by little, until I learn to fly.
I encourage you to look at the big picture, and draw wings on yourself. It will get messy, but draw outside the lines. Step out of your comfort zone, you might fall...
but then...
YOU
WILL
FLY
!
Sunday, September 6, 2015
Thinking out loud I
I have been thinking, what makes a people unique?
When I say "a people" I am talking about any species of living animal on Earth or otherwise.
For starters, lets think about humans. Humans tend to think of themselves as separated from all other species of animal. Humans are special. Why? Is it because people have a unique language that is different from the language of other animals? That would be incorrect. Each and every animal on Earth has it's own unique language, human's just are not able to understand it. The same holds true for other animals. An orca would not be able to understand a wolf without prior knowledge of the language. Which brings me to my next point, humans believe that it is their ability to learn that makes them special, but there have been multiple occasions where animals of a different species have communicated to each other, like birds calling warnings to meerkats if danger is present, or birds leading bears to food sources, or humans giving their pets an order and the pet complies, or dogs barking to signal danger to a loved one. Even if it is not a different species, animals show signs of intellect and learning processes. They come up with strategies by speaking with one another. Orcas who have been chased and robbed of their young will split up and take different routs as another group acts as a decoy, leading predators away from the women and children. Let me digress a bit here though. On a darker note, this could very well mean that seasoned predators can understand the cries of their prey, and hunt them down more efficiently. One last note, both humans and animals have emotions, sometimes the animals will have more complex emotions than humans do. So what makes them different? If they both act the same way, what separates Humans and Animals?
Morels.
You see, animals have the capacity to, dare I say it, love their own kind, and even befriend other animals. But animals will attack their own kind to establish dominance. Humans are able to forgive, to settle things without a show of violence, humans are able to hold back aggression. Humans can create friendships with prior enemies, protect those that hurt them, and willingly submit to a subservient attitude without being forced to do so. Humans have a morel compass. True, humans are also violent, they wage wars against each other for stupid reasons. Humans make the choice to though. Also, humans have the unique ability to share pain with each other, and protect those who are weaker than them. With humans, it does not have to be the survival of the fittest. Humans are different from animals. Humans are an entirely different class of living entity.
That is what makes Humans unique.
When I say "a people" I am talking about any species of living animal on Earth or otherwise.
For starters, lets think about humans. Humans tend to think of themselves as separated from all other species of animal. Humans are special. Why? Is it because people have a unique language that is different from the language of other animals? That would be incorrect. Each and every animal on Earth has it's own unique language, human's just are not able to understand it. The same holds true for other animals. An orca would not be able to understand a wolf without prior knowledge of the language. Which brings me to my next point, humans believe that it is their ability to learn that makes them special, but there have been multiple occasions where animals of a different species have communicated to each other, like birds calling warnings to meerkats if danger is present, or birds leading bears to food sources, or humans giving their pets an order and the pet complies, or dogs barking to signal danger to a loved one. Even if it is not a different species, animals show signs of intellect and learning processes. They come up with strategies by speaking with one another. Orcas who have been chased and robbed of their young will split up and take different routs as another group acts as a decoy, leading predators away from the women and children. Let me digress a bit here though. On a darker note, this could very well mean that seasoned predators can understand the cries of their prey, and hunt them down more efficiently. One last note, both humans and animals have emotions, sometimes the animals will have more complex emotions than humans do. So what makes them different? If they both act the same way, what separates Humans and Animals?
Morels.
You see, animals have the capacity to, dare I say it, love their own kind, and even befriend other animals. But animals will attack their own kind to establish dominance. Humans are able to forgive, to settle things without a show of violence, humans are able to hold back aggression. Humans can create friendships with prior enemies, protect those that hurt them, and willingly submit to a subservient attitude without being forced to do so. Humans have a morel compass. True, humans are also violent, they wage wars against each other for stupid reasons. Humans make the choice to though. Also, humans have the unique ability to share pain with each other, and protect those who are weaker than them. With humans, it does not have to be the survival of the fittest. Humans are different from animals. Humans are an entirely different class of living entity.
That is what makes Humans unique.
Friday, September 4, 2015
Hats and their purpose.
What is a hat? Well, that depends on who YOU are.
Are you a hard worker, who puts on the straw hat to give himself reprieve from the hot sun?
Are you a serious business person, who wears a black fedora along with your suit and tie in order to look sharp each and every day?
Are you a cleaning lady, who ties a rag on top of her head so that she wont get dust in her hair?
Or are you nobility, adorning a crown of precious medal set with glistening jewels, and doing so that you may impress at the party?
You see, who you are dictates what you wear, But the opposite is also true. We wear hats just like we wear our personality. So it only makes sense that if you want to be a different character, you simply need a different hat. No matter who you are, (or in my case What It is), YOU are never just one thing. Try on a different hat, a different pair of shoes, a change of clothing and character. You are not who you once were, or rather you are, but you have just accessed a new part of you. A part of you that no one has seen before, new, unexplored territory. You will always be you, but I believe that life will be a LOT more interesting if you can discover as many different you's as possible. Just remember, if you encounter a part of you that you don't like, then don't play the part. Remove that hat, and NEVER put it back on. Lock that hat away as if it were evil, in a place where it will not resurface. Then go and have fun. Work hard. Be the best you that you can be. A hat is a journey of self discovery.
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