Got philosophical when I was walking back home from work this evening and thought I might post this up before I forget all about it.

By definition, a non-conformist is someone who goes against the norm and elects to do something his/her way. Of course, the problem with doing that is pretty much this: how much of what a non-conformist is doing really part of his/her own original thought and how much of it is influenced by others. We all know that all thoughts in this day and age is unoriginal, that humanity pretty much is very like a monkey in terms of see and do i.e. monkey see, monkey do. It is after all a safety mechanism, a monkey sees another monkey do it and thus the first monkey will do it because the second monkey was not harmed by the act.

A rebel will only rebel when he sees others rebel; teens rebel because other teens rebel and thus thinks it's cool. Hence non-conformity seems to be nothing more than another form of conformity in that by not conforming, one is actually conforming to another form of idea, that is the idea of not conforming to the first idea and embracing the second idea. Thus it would make sense to say that the true non-conformist will make a third idea and go about doing a fourth way simply because no one else is doing the fourth way.

In essence, this would mean that a non-conformer is thus by nature a loner simply because he/she will walk down a path that no one else would dare walk simply because no one has ever thought of it. Either that or he/she is fucking insane.

Alright. I've said what I've wanted to say. TTFN.

It's exam week in my college (where I work at, not study at) and nostalgia is sinking in. So I'm posting this up.



Enjoy ^_^

TTFN.

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

TTFN.

Of course I know I'll get into possible legal trouble if people finds out about this but who the fuck cares? I want to write it down before my pissy fit goes away.

S.E.X. is a mother fucking bastard (seriously those are his initials...hah no wonder he's such a mother fucking bastard ^_^). Despite the fact that he's a pastor's son, he rude, obnoxious and a fucking bully. I take it that his father never taught him any manners that's why he's like that so therefore his father is to be blamed for raising his son up to be such a jackass. *sighs* pissy fit over and now replaced by one of mirth. God...no wonder he's such a dick. His father named him SEX and now that's all he can think about when he bullies people.

TTFN.