Thursday, May 31, 2007

Tri-life

I sometimes notice the differences on how I act at certain places at certain times with certain people. I was been able to break this into 3 groups, that I dub my "Tri-life". It might sound like a have multiple personalities, but let me assure you, it only seems that way. These 3 personalities are closely related with minor differences whereas in DID (Dissociative Identity Disorder), the symptoms are completely different.


At home
I'm talkative, more open, and definitely more of a wiseass and comical. I'm highly benevolent though; kind, courteous, and helpful. I consider this my "normal" personality. Those who've seen this side of me are much of my family, in-family friends, and my girlfriend, Nicole.

At school
This is almost the complete opposite of the above. Unfortunately, for the past years (starting in around 2000 or 2001) I've been in what someone would call a "shell". In this shell of sorts, I'm quiet (shy) and not as open unless I'm with my little group of friends, which, since the beginning of high school (September 2003), the word "little" doesn't cut it anymore. Despite this shell of mine, I was able to have some sort of social life outside of my home. All of my classmates have seen this side of me.

In public
This is sort of a mix of the above two. I'm still a kind person, and I'm somewhat out of my shell here. You could safely say I'm in-between personalities. Everyone has seen this side of me at least once.

My short temper and impatience are in all 3 of these, but in each type require a certain amount of stress to be put on me before I react accordingly.

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Recommended movie: Sybil

Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Losing My Religion: The Ten Commandments and How I Still Use Them Despite My Lack Of "Faith"

When I was little, religion become some part of my life. I said my prayers, went to church, and followed the commandments as best I could.

After I was confirmed (St.Francis, if you're curious), that all changed. I lost my faith in Catholicism. After the death of my father, believing in God felt like I was believing in nothing. Despite what my father had going on in his life I didn't know why God would take him away from me.

Then my grandfather died and my feeling towards any God whatsoever left me. Death was a natural occurrence; not one controlled by an omniscient being. To this day, when someone asks me if I believe in God, I can only say that I hope one exists and I'll believe when I see Him.

Moving on...


I believe that one can be moral without any background in religion at all. I'll be using the 10 commandments to help me with this.

  • "I am the LORD your God, you shall have no other gods before me."
Irrelevant.
  • "You shall not make wrongful use of the name of the LORD your God."
Irrelevant.
  • "Observe the sabbath day and keep it holy."
Irrelevant... (on a roll, aren't we?)
  • "Honor your father and your mother."
Common sense.
  • "You shall not murder."
Common sense.
  • "Neither shall you commit adultery."
Common sense.

...

  • "Neither shall you steal."
  • "Neither shall you bear false witness against your neighbor."
  • "Neither shall you covet your neighbor's wife."
  • "Neither shall you desire your neighbor's house..."
Common. Sense.

Why do even have religions in this world?
All it has done for us is cause hatred, war, and discrimination.

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Just a dream, just a dream

Tuesday, May 29, 2007

The Down Town

An aspect of human behavior I have yet to fully understand is also is a pet peeve of mine. I can not stand those who put others down. To be more specific, those who put others down just to appeal to their fellow (idiotic) friends and peers. It could be that alpha male / alpha female (yes, there can be an alpha female) instinct that some people feel the need to follow, but I hate it.

Not only is this act unethical, it is also, depending on the unfortunate target, dangerous.

Imagine a young person in the depths of the social hellhole known as high school. This person (male or female, doesn't matter) might not be the type of human who'll defend itself when verbally attacked. Instead, they'll bottle up the anger, which increases stress until... boom.

Then little Ms. or Mr. Alpha has to explain their black eye, or gash, or knife/bullet wound... to their parents.

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Next Stop: Religion

Monday, May 28, 2007

They Can Never Get Anything Right...

It's interesting how my high school loves to do everything wrong. You'd think because the school gets docked funds from the state (low test scores) it would encourage the staff to improve how it does its job. Not so.

I'm less than a month away from graduating and of course, you must have some sort of stress related to it. I wasn't stressing over this fact, but it looks like my high school, through its incompetence, felt the need to put some stress on me.

Without further ado, I present the Beach Channel guide to stressing out your graduating seniors (or at least, one of them...)!

Step 1

Send all senior students a letter stating they have completed all their required classes (albeit, they may have a few more weeks of classes to get through) and other expected requirements (community service, returned any owned books).


Step 2

On the SAME EXACT DAY as Step 1, make sure you send a letter claiming that a chosen student is missing one of the requires listed on the pink letter, EVEN IF IT'S CONFIRMED THAT THE STUDENT ALREADY COMPLETED SAID REQUIREMENT.
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Step 3

Let this marinate for about a week or two.

Step 4

Start cookin'!



The school was contacted about this, but all the guidance counselors skipped out to start their 3-day vacation early (BIG surprise...). They believe it's a mistake and I have to see my GC tomorrow (as if I'm not stressed already).

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Queens College's system better not be like this...

Sunday, May 27, 2007

Change Can Be Good Sometimes

It's only been about an hour since I setup my new blog here and I'm IMPRESSED. I love the features here that AOL Journals didn't have and it's promising.

For my readers that are finding this blog through the search engines, I'd like to welcome you. You're lucky that I'm the type of person that can at least keep some sort of commitment to writing entries for a blog. My last blog lasted a little less than 3 and a half years. My ability to type up coherent and somewhat interesting posts has drastically improved over the time I spent with AOL Journals. I can only hope it continues here.

To my original readers: You don't need a lame AOL account to comment on my ramblings now!

*cue weak applause, some coughing, and maybe a cricket or two*

Here's to a new and prosperous blog full of ranting, raving, and notable life experiences of mine.

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...and to think I could never keep a paper journal.